Being a person of strict dietary needs, and also a person suffering from extreme paranoia towards the hands of food service workers (they are obvs lying to me about the gluten content in that dish...) I am limited to a select number of restaurants to eat at. And when I say I am limited, I mean that I only have a slight panic attack at certain places because I have already eaten there before and not died, as opposed to new restaurants where I have a full on -I feel something happening to me already even though all I've had is the water- kinda of anxiety attack.
Then, I basically order the same thing every time because a) it was good and b) because maybe the other type of salad has taken a bath in wheat grass, and they won't tell me about it.Moral of the story: everyone is out to get me, according to me.
