on November 20, 2012
I understood the long wait, it was not only our daughter's sixth birthday, but also St Patrick's Day. I accepted the noise, it was Disney, after all. Might want to think about the acoustics there, folks. Just a thought. Was patient with the insane delay for our food. HOWEVER: I told the waiter 3 times that I'm allergic to raw onions. They make my throat swell so that I CAN'T. BREATHE. The salad came. Topped with big, red(the worst offender for me) ONIONS. "I'll just take them off and eat what I can. I can survive this," I thought. I did survive, but could no longer(temporarily) taste nor smell. So I was lucky when my husband and daughter noticed the raw onions *under* the cheese in my entree. A lot of them. *UNDER* the cheese. Where I couldn't see them. Or smell them. Oh, my daughter refused to eat her dinner and my husband only got his down because he was starving. Me? I went hungry. And alive, thankfully.
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