However, the food situation? The food situations BLOWS IT OUT THE ASS.
I'm no dumbie: I knew that food here was going to be difficult. But when you have
So... lunch time rolls around and the gluten-free box lunch reeks of rotten wheat (cookies! soy sauce! is the lead chef just stupid or doesn't know how to cook properly?) the only thing I could possibly do was curl into the fetal position on my bed and cry giant baby tears because woe is me, I'm hungry and woe is the people I'm gonna meet, cuz if I don't eat they're gonna be meeting one raving psycho-bitch.
And then I called room service. Intelligent people work in room service (not understanding fries sharing with oil chicken fingers is not gluten-free aside) and were able to make me a hamburger and (huge!) side Caesar salad.
And is it lame? The condiments for my hamburger are totally making me smile. They are definitely the highlight of the day (so far, anyway).