It’s my own dang fault. I know better than this. When I asked the hostess for a gluten free menu and she confessed that they did not have one, I should have fled. When she said that they had only one gluten free item, gluten free pasta, that should have done it. But no, I was hungry. I thought, “I can sit here and eat my miserable little bowl of gluten free pasta while other people have “real” food. But I looked at the menu, and it mentioned