Sit down for this one, folks--it's gonna be a tough one to believe.
Ever since I've been back in Philly, I haven't had any cheese steaks. Not even one.
Seriously. I'm not pullin' your leg here.
It's because I've gone gluten-free. Not for the fun of it (trust me, it's usually not tons of fun), but out of necessity. Bothersome digestive symptoms have gone away since I made that switch, and my tummy's feeling a lot better.
But it also means I don't get Philly cheese steaks, soft pretzels, or Tastykakes. And I was really looking forward to those. *sigh* So instead, I search for restaurants that offer tasty gluten-free food (props to my parents and boyfriend, who are super-awesome and accompany me to the few places I can actually get something to eat--extra-special props to my mom for learning to cook yummy gluten-free meals for me). Recently I found a local restaurant that makes plenty of foods gluten-free...but they can't spell. I'm probably going to go eat there at some point, but I'm really hoping that they're better at cooking gluten-free than they are at spelling.
Take all the "childerns" out to dinner! You can play a riveting game of "find the misspelling" while you wait for your food...
"Filo" dough isn't really an egregious mistake. I can't say the same about their "scope" snafu, though...
Dammit! I really wanted "stoppings" on my pizza...
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