An almost imperceptible reaction flickered across the waiter’s face when I broke the news: “I have a dairy allergy.” He seemed annoyed. I winced. But then he smiled and assured me, “Once I put the words ‘Dairy Allergy’ on this ticket, the whole kitchen will know, and no dairy will touch your order.”
Relief. “They get it!” I thought. And they should. After all, Massachusetts, where I live, is the first (and only) state to mandate allergen training for restaurants.
