The thing is I can still eat regular food. Not the way I used to of course just in moderation. But I can have a regular pizza or hero. It is just a struggle to find a restaurant that we can both eat at. On Friday night we tried to figure something out.
Now the best gluten free restaurant in New York City is Bistango on 29th and Third in the City. We didn't want to go there so we googled to find something closer. Lo and behold there was a place just a few blocks away that claimed to have gluten free food. So we walked there and it turned out to be an old fashioned pizza joint that had gluten free pizza. Of course I didn't get that. I got the regular grandma pie with vodka sauce.
We had to construct a meal for the wife. She went with the gluten free pizza with artichokes, black olives, spinach and goat cheese. Not on the menu but created by negotiation with our very patient waitress. It was good enough but a bit of disappointment. She much prefers my cooking. Like these gluten free hot dogs and gluten free buns and a New York Strip Steak with chimichurri sauce.
Plus my favorite side dish of asparagus in garlic and oil that I make on the little side flame on the barbecue. A favorite summer treat. We are just so used to the care and thought that I put into the food that the usual slapdash effort you get in a restaurant just sucks. It must be hell for someone like Chip who makes these wonderful meals and then has to put up with crap just to have a night out.
We went to Bistango last night after the lingerie show and it was the same deal. We had to construct a dish out of whole cloth. They were super accommodating but it still was a pain in the ass. Luckily we got there very early so they had plenty of time to do it otherwise we would have been shit out of luck.