In regards to eating out, I have an intolerance to loud noises, long service waits, white sugary bread, the over use of cheese, lack of sauce, dim lighting, under seasoned food, unbalanced or bland flavours and sloppy servings.
A rude manager always makes me question the cleanliness of a kitchen and the freshness of their food.
If I get an egg on my plate when the menu didn’t stipulate this, I will lose my shit.
Whilst I appear to be a 60 year old man in nature, I consider myself modern and hip. I expect all eateries to have fresh and contemporary food items on their menu with vegetarian and gluten free options.
The vegetarian aspect is important as my Scottish mother and father fed me black pudding for breakfast when I was young. When I was seven I realised what I was actually eating and cut out all red meat, pork, and eventually chicken, almost a decade later.
In my twenties I bonded with a vegan lady with whom I ate out at vegetarian restaurants regularly. I already drank soy milk but I learned to enjoy soy cheese and mock meat. I really delved into the vegan culture, visiting the anti poaching and Sea Sheppard ships at Williamstown docks. However, I remain a fish and chipercrit, still eating creatures of the sea variety.
Unfortunately dairy isn’t the only trigger to a sore, enlarged belly. After a beer, cider or bread I noticed my belly ballooning out as though I was six months pregnant. Thus, when I visit eateries I look for the gluten free option. Apparently a number of people have the same issue with wheat and/or gluten, so I expect all establishments in developed countries such as Australia, to have delicious gluten free or wheat-reduced options