I think I may have found one of the worst dinner experiences for me as a Migraine Chick. This last weekend, some girlfriends asked me to go along to a birthday dinner for a dear friend at Buca Di Beppo. I usually love Italian restaurants because there are many options for me being a vegetarian, so I said I would love to go.
They had reserved something called a “chef’s table.” It sounded interesting. I had visions of dining in a secluded room with the chef asking us what our favorite foods were and he would create a special dish for each of us.
It turns out that the chef’s table at this restaurant is located in a nook in the actual kitchen, which meant bright white fluorescent lights glaring off industrial white walls. You get to hear all the yelling and banging of pots while the food is cooked for the entire restaurant. It was beyond loud. We couldn’t even hear each other speak. Not to mention the smell, this was a combination of giant meatballs cooking next to shellfish.
There were no special dishes created for us. It was just the same menu but eating the food in this atmosphere. Although I was secretly cringing and wincing at every bang of a pot, the glare from the walls searing my eyeballs, and the smells of too many different foods cooked at one time running my nausea ramped, I managed not to let on to anyone that this was killing my migraine brain.
Sometimes when I become trapped in situations like this, I try to tell myself “there is a beginning and there is an end.” For some reason, it helps me cope.
Note to myself. The next time someone special mentions something out of the ordinary like a “chef’s table” do a little more research first.