I don't go out to eat a lot, because a) I dont have a lot of money, b) it's fun for me to cook and c) I hate the hassle of going out and trying to explain what I can't eat. Not hate, but it's a pain. Last week, John, the man who took in Alex when he first came to America and who he lived with up until he moved in with me, took us out to dinner for our belated birthdays. We went to Coquette, a fairly new French restaurant near where I work that I've been to twice before, with delicious results. When I have looked over the menu, I tell the waitress some of the things I am interested in and ask her if she thinks there is any gluten in them. Both waitresses I have had here have responded knowingly, but still gone into the kitchen to check without me asking them to. And both have been really nice about it. And plus, the food is SO good.
This time the three of us split a seafood tower, which I don't remember what it was called. I forgot I had my camera, and we ate all the oysters on the bottom before I remembered. There were a dozen mixed oysters, a bunch of clams, mussels, half a lobster, and some shrimp, with 4 sauces.
Being new to seafood (read my post on clam chowder) I didn't eat the lobster or shrimp, which Alex said were a little disappointing, but what I did eat (oysters, clams, mussels) were delicious. We ate everything.
I ordered roast chicken with mashed potatoes and ratatouille, which was so good. Maybe the best chicken I have had. And fantastic mashed potatoes.
I almost licked my plate clean. Had we been at home, maybe I would have.