Made an enormous, (embarrassing to my teenager) deal about needing all meals to be 100% gf. As in made waiter go back to the kitchen *twice* to make sure homemade chips and mole were gf so that everyone could share. My celiac daughter orders shrimp tacos. Is served fish tacos. No one notices until meal has been half eaten “I hope that fish was ok it kinda looked breaded”. W. T. Actual. F. Weekend in NYC = total bust.