Anyway a few friends and I went on a few rides and whatever and then got hungry around noon. My friend, Jillian, and I decided we were going to get fries, a task that should be simple enough, right? Wrong. We got online and whipped out our pink sheets just to re-check the rules on Kashrut.
- No meat
- No hot dairy (i.e. pizza)
- If purchasing cooked foods (i.e. French fries, pretzels, etc.), you MUST inquire about the following:
- has it been pre-breaded/cooked
- is there anything else cooked in the same batter with it
- what type of oil was it cooked in (can not be a meat/chicken based oil!)
Jillian quickly said to me "You are asking, because I won't."
"Fine, I guess I will." I replied while think 'Great, now they will think I am crazy.'
So we wait are turns in line and when it finally is our turn to order I launch into my questions in a matter of fact sort of way, "Have the fries been pre-breaded or cooked?"
The woman looked confused, "What?"
"Pre-breaded or cooked?"
She turned around and yelled the question to someone in the kitchen. That person yelled back "Not that I know of, I am pretty sure they haven't" and the woman helping us repeated the answer. So I guess that was the right answer but not really sure at this point.
Onwards in my quest I went "Were the fries cooked in the same batter as anything else?"
The woman, now looking at me like she was sure I was crazy and should probably be put in some sort of mental institution, answered with a reassuring "No."
One left, What type of oil were the fries cooked in?"
Starting to look pissed but keeping calm the woman asked, "Are you allergic to something?"
Taking a moment I though through different responses and the scenario that would fallow each one, finally settling on one, "Yes, I'm severely allergic to meat...and chicken."
"Oh OK then I will go check to make sure there was nothing in the same oil as the fries and make sure there is no meat in the oil." The woman said with a look shifting to more scared.
She came back with one order of fries, now her face looked relived, probably because she was done with me. I was happy though too, because I finally had my fries and a nice cold drink.
As soon at I went back to where the other USYers were sitting they all wanted to know where I had gotten the fries, so they would not have to go through the conversation I just had, though it was rather entertaining. More six flags stories to come.