A Story About Pizza (And Stuff)
So, besides my ramblings on here and sometimes YouTube, I generally I don't talk with people about my lifestyle until I get to know them better. Lately though, I'm trying to be better about explaining why I abstain from certain products if the conversation should arise.
In the last couple years, I've been blessed with friends around me that support and even encourage my lifestyle. Coming from a background where that wasn't always the case, I can say that I am thankful for the support and positivity.
So for the most part, I don't really need to argue with people about veganism. People around me have an understanding of a vegan lifestyle, and what its core values are. I now even work for a company that manages health and wellness programs, so it's not overly strange that I bring salads to work and turn down the offer of ice-cream and doughnuts.
So why am I bringing up talking to people about veganism again? Haven't I made my thoughts clear over the last couple blog posts?
I am revisiting this issue because I believe that I have been lulled into a false sense of security. (I blame my wonderful friends! XD ) I'm not saying that one needs to be on guard for people springing traps, but be aware when you go out to eat. Something like what happened to me could easily happen to anyone with a special diet, or food sensitivity.
Story time...
Cheeseless Pizza? Hmmm....
My mom and brother were in town visiting for the day. I don't get to see them very often, so we took advantage of the time together even if it was last minute. Because I wasn't expecting them, I didn't have a lot of food in the fridge to feed anyone. Sundays are my grocery shopping days, and they showed up Saturday! :O
Since we all have different ideas of what constitutes a good meal, I suggest we go to the Mall of America to eat. If you haven't been there before, it contains a sprawling food court, as well as many different sit down restaurants. Basically a place that could fulfill any dinner need!
Honestly there are more food options in this one mall than in my entire hometown. (I may exaggerate slightly, but it's probably close.) There are no vegetarian restaurants where I'm originally from, so needless to say when I saw a place that offered a vegan pizza, I was damn excited.
My mom and brothers went to Johnny Rockets for burgers, and I got in line at Pizza Studio. Ordering the Vegan Pizza, I dinked around on my phone and didn't really pay attention to the worker making my pizza. (Spoiler alert, I should have been watching him.) Pizza in hand, I went to sit with my family.
This is where it gets traumatizing.
Put a Rainbow on Your Pizza
I was (figuratively) starving , and had already nomed down one whole piece of pizza before I got this feeling of inexplicable dread in the pit of my stomach. I looked down at the pizza, realizing that something was wrong. I nibbled a couple bites of a second piece just to be sure, then dropped it.
Explaining why I was so upset and suddenly feeling sick was difficult as my family looked on, concerned. I hadn't watched him make the pizza, so I couldn't be sure that it wasn't vegan, but I just knew that it wasn't. The cheese was wrong, it was dairy cheese, made from a mother's breast milk.
I'll spare specific details.
All that couldn't be worth a pizza, and even if it was, it wasn't what I asked for. I ordered the pizza titled, "The Vegan," and naturally assumed that it would include vegan cheese.
It took a while to straighten myself out, but eventually we went back. Lo and behold, when the new pizza came, it was quite obvious that the first one had been topped with regular cheese.
Bake With Friends!
So, am I recounting this info just to complain about the poor service I received at Pizza Studio? Well, as much as venting helps one feel better, I do have a point I'm getting to here.
When you go out to eat, don't be afraid to ask for what you want. Don't be ashamed to follow up with the server, or ask questions!
As someone who worked in food service for many years, I know how busy and stressful a restaurant job can be, so I tend to be overly understanding when service is slow, or a small mistake is made. But what happened in my case was more than a little error, it caused me emotional damage, then later on, stomach pain. Food sensitivities, and lifestyle choices, are central to a persons being and should be respected, especially in a field that deals specificity with food service.
So don't feel like your are being militant or unreasonable if you verify that you got what you wanted. Not everyone understands your lifestyle like your friends and family might, and mistakes happen. The pizza experience was exhibit A! Maybe with a little more care, I could have avoided the stress that that evening caused me. I don't want this to happen to any of my readers!
So remember readers, Pizza = good. Just make sure you get what you ordered. Either that, or maybe make one at home with friends. ^.^
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