I don’t like cheese. I have learned, over the past 20 years, to eat mozzarella, melted, on pizza, or eggplant. And ricotta, in ravioli, or eggplant rollatini (there might be a theme here). I do not want it on my sandwiches, on my chicken, on anything else. Ever.
I am always asking for things without cheese. I very rarely get the item served as requested. I ordered a salad the other night at Carrabbas. No cheese, no celery please. Comes with cheese. Big slabs of it. Shiver. I send it back. This time it comes out with celery. Just one piece, as if the Chef was toying with me.
About 20 minutes ago I ran into a local sandwich shop for lunch. Here is my receipt:
Anyone want to take a guess on what I actually received? And, silly me, I did not check my sandwich before driving home. I get home, and I have extra cheese. Well, I can’t eat this sandwich. Don’t go getting all huffy on me, it’s a religious thing. I can’t eat meat (turkey) that has had dairy (cheese) touching it, that’s just the way it is. I called them. Asked for a credit for next time. The woman told me to "calm down."
Calm down to me is basically going to get my inner pit bull to gnaw on your leg. Seriously. I dislike that phrase with all that I am.
When did everything start coming with cheese?
I know I’m just babbling. Sorry. I’m just cheesed off.
Calm down!!
Hey Lisa, I can somewhat relate. I like cheese but can’t eat too much of it. Too much cheese can really ruin food and in restaurants it seems to be used to disguise bad food.