How can a night be so delightful yet so sucky?
I have celiac disease.
Yesterday was Mrs. Dude’s birthday and we wanted to do something different.
As much as we love our favorite sushi restaurant, going to the same place time after time can get stale.
And frankly, it’s not fair to our friends to always go to the same restaurant all the time either, even though my friends are unbelievably understanding about it
So last night we ventured out with David Z (the inspiration behind the new James Bond Lifestyle website) and his lovely wife Dani.
They have good friends who recently opened a brewpub called Vault.
(If you are ever in the Bucks County PA area, do not pass up the opportunity to go to Vault. One of the coolest establishments I’ve ever been to.)
Being that it’s a brewpub, I knew I was in for a bit of a tough evening.
As mentioned previously, pre-celiac days I was a beer snob.
And there is nothing better for a beer snob than going to a place that brews their own beer.
Oh my…the aroma…the atmosphere…the vibe…the BEER!
[SNAP OUT OF IT GLUTEN DUDE!]
I ate before we went out, I figured I’d have a glass of wine or two and it’d be cool.
And it was cool. And a great night.
But it was not easy.
The beers looked and smelled amazing.
And for the first time in a long time, it got to me a bit.
The exclusion…the resentment…the anger.
I really missed being normal…even just for one night.
I can sum up the evening as follows…
At the end of the night, one of the owners came over to the table. He looked at me and said “Wine??” (as in why am I having wine and not one of his amazing beers.)
My friends said I had celiac disease.
He had a look of puzzlement for a moment and then said “Oh…he’s gluten-free?”
Then he put his hand on my shoulder, looked at me like I just told him I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and simply said “I’m so sorry.”
That makes two of us.