Friday's Meals at the Hotel

I am still trying to play catch-up on our trip

from last weekend,

so without further ado I proudly present -

Friday.

I ate both breakfast and lunch at JW’s Steakhouse,

which is the hotel’s restaurant.

Now, don’t get me wrong; it’s not bad food, but it's also not great food.

Hotel food just usually tends to not be memorable food.

I needed my daily dose of yogurt, so I opted for the breakfast buffet.

At $15.95, that was a pricey proposition,

but then good health does not always come cheaply.

I would have to say that with the exception of the sausage,

which was severely overcooked and hard and dry,

everything on the breakfast buffet was decent.

Remember, I was paying $15.95 plus tax and tip,

so I was going to get my money's worth for this meal.

Thus, I went back for a couple of Belgium waffles

and some more scrambled eggs.

I figured I'd make it up at lunch and by working out later.

Just as I finished my go at the treadmill

(both of us having survived the ordeal),

my husband called my cell phone,

wanting to know where I was and if I had had lunch yet.

I hadn’t, so we went down for lunch.

It was too late for the lunch buffet,

so we were seated in the bar and I ordered the Shrimp Caesar Salad

while my husband had the Loaded Baked Potato Soup.

My husband enjoyed his loaded baked potato soup,

and I loved the shrimp Caesar salad.



We agreed that our light lunches were just right

and just enough to tide us over

until our evening dinner with the Scottish Rite.

And then it was time to face the bane of all who suffer

food allergies - the banquet.

Cue the ominous music.

The diners are assembled and ready for the buffet.

But is it safe?

I had been warned that there was fried chicken

on the buffet,

but was assured that the rest was safe for my consumption.

Famous last words...

The husband decided to get a piece of fried chicken

as he doesn't often get a chance to eat that with me around.

I picked out a tossed salad,

broccoli gratin,

carrot coins,

roasted potatoes,

country ham in sauce

and roast beef.

This should be safe,

right?

Right?

Wonder what was the culprit?

The broccoli?

The carrots?

The ham?

The beef?

I don't know,

but there was chicken stock in there somewhere.

How do I know?

I think the shortness of breath

and trouble speaking without wheezing were the first clues.

I immediately took my rescue inhaler

at the first sign of trouble.

I did manage to have a bit of the cheesecake,

while my husband had some pecan pie and cheesecake.

It just goes to show that despite the best efforts

of some very concerned and thoughtful people,

these things can just slip through the cracks

from time to time.

Banquets and banquet buffets are the worst

enemies for allergy sufferers.

Fortunately,

after a decent night's sleep,

I was feeling much better the next day.

Next time:

Bluegrass tours and the formal banquet.