For what it's worth I use as much garlic as Katie and Buck put together.Katie E said:Ain't gonna happen in our house. We use at least one whole head, maybe more, per week. A day without garlic is like a day without sunshine. Ha! Take THAT Italy!
AllenOK said:At the country club I worked at up in Michigan, we had a couple members that were "incredibly" allergic to garlic, so they said. They would only come in on Wednesday nights, which was also Family Style night, and 2 weeks out of four, would be Italian, and Chinese, both of which made heavy use of garlic. These two folks would get so upset over the smell of garlic in the air that they would leave. One time, the gentleman started berating me as to why I couldn't make this food back in the kitchen?
They quit coming in after a month or so. Sadly, the gentleman passed away that winter, and his widow only came in once in a while.
I've always wondered if it was one of those things that was all in his head? Most of the food we made had garlic in it.
Heck, just about everything I make at home has some garlic in it somewhere.
Yup, I've definitely had my share of people like that. I've worked in hotels that have had suites priced in the $1500-2000 range per night, yet the people who have stayed in them have the common sense equivalency of a rock.AllenOK said:Ironchef, everybody in the kitchen would just give a chuckle and roll their eyes at the mention of these folks. However, since they were "Resident Stockholder" members, basically, they owned a piece of the club, and we couldn't tell them to "don't bother coming in on this night, the place will smell like garlic". We had to find a way to accomodate them. We usually ended up seating them in a room that wasn't really being used, then made their food without garlic.
Like anyplace that serves food, country clubs get their share of folks who have some neurosis or other about food. Being a professional, I have to try and accomodate folks with special needs. I'm all for helping someone with a food allergy, but it does tend to grate on my nerves when I know the person I'm bending over backwards for, either has this "all in their head", or is making me bend over backwards to impress someone else.