He got his cheese steak and I got a Chicken Finger BLT. Ya know, chicken fingers, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes and honey mustard. No cheese. At all.
Because I have a problem with milk. Or at least my insides do.
But today... Ugh. I picked up my first half, bite in and good. Talking to my husband, stealing some of his french fries, chewing sandwich. I'm halfway through this bit of my sandwich, and I put it down, have some soda and pick at my lettuce. I peel some off to just snack on and it's attached to something stretchy... Um, lettuce isn't stretchy. Neither is honey mustard dressing.
And I've eaten a good portion of it.
It's like they thought they were making a chicken parmesan, looked back at the ticket and said, oops. Oh well, everything is better with cheese! And sent it out.
If I didn't have a problem, it would have been fine. If I had a true allergy, I'd be at the emergency room. Since I have an intolerance, I expect to be in great pain within the next hour.
Having an intolerance to milk and all it's products is limiting enough. This is very disappointing. And now I feel that I can't trust a good pizza shop anymore.
Oh, and here's the pain. Damn.