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| - Fool me once, Parlor, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Like GWB said, we can't get fooled again!
Against better judgment I gave the Parlor a second chance for my girlfriend's sister's birthday gathering. I figured since the manager had written me the following:
"The chefs and I are double checking all of the procedural practices during prep and service to make sure it is not a systematic error. I'm pretty sure we've eliminated any possibility of this being a repeat occurrence. Unfortunately, like you mentioned, this stuff happens more often than it should in all kitchens, but I can GUARANTEE you that if you should decide to pay us another visit this won't happen again here."
that it wasn't going to happen again.
And yet, there I was, later that evening, having a hard time breathing, sweating, breaking out in hives on my face and hands, all indications that I had YET AGAIN been cross contamination poisoned by The Parlor.
Once should have been enough. I should have listened to my gut, given the gift card to a friend without life threatening allergies, and just gone on my merry way. But I'm dumb, and I let myself get talked into the Parlor again. Normally I have a "Try to kill me" one strike rule, but I really wanted this to work out.
Never again Parlor. Just not worth the risk to my health and long term plans to be here for Z-Day...
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