So last weekend, I went to my chapter’s Writers’ Retreat. It was lovely! Set in a picturesque location on a river, Marywood Resort & Retreat was nestled away in the woods. No televisions, no landline phones, no distractions–save the fish jumping in the nearby river.
Before I went down, I made sure to call the resort ahead of time to find out what the chef knew about Gluten-Free menus. Turns out, he knew quite a bit. He even made sure to prepare lunch on Saturday with one dish set aside for me that was untainted by gluten. (Love you, Chef Alan. Just sayin’ 🙂 )
Where I ran into trouble was when we were not on the retreat grounds itself. Except for Lemongrass (which, if you like Thai food, you MUST go there because it’s a Gluten-Free Girl’s dream!), none of the other restaurants knew about Gluten-Free.
Friday night’s waitress didn’t know and didn’t care about gluten. She told me I could eat salad. In her defense, there were more than a dozen of us that night and she was busy.
So I ate the salad served at the restaurant and the Gluten-Free bread sticks I brought from home.
Another server on Sunday afternoon did try her best to help me. She warned me that even the milk had gluten in it. Um…casein, but she gets snaps for trying to help. 🙂 That day, I ate a corn beef sandwich sans the bread.
So, not everyone is gluten-free or even aware of what it means. I’m glad to know now. It helps me prepare for my flight to Cali this summer. Hmmm…wonder how much it would cost to ship my dried GF stuff to my hotel room? 🙂