Ignorance? Bliss?

Ignorance is certainly bliss in a lot of cases.

We've been going to P.F. Changs for a few years now. The one near downtown is close, the food tasty, and the parking lot has a "pickup-only" parking spot. I use that spot a lot.

We went to the restaurant to dine in tonight. Kris decided to try a new dish, instead of his usual one, but wanted to make sure it was fowl-free. He asked the waiter if the noodles in the dish were softened in chicken broth or not. The waiter looked at him funny, so I explained Kris had a chicken allery, that he didn't want a dish with chicken in it.

The waiter offered to take his order and add a note about his chicken allergy to the chef. Kris told him what his second preference would be, and sent the waiter off.

A few minutes later, the waiter returned. He said the original dish Kris had ordered did, indeed, have chicken stock in the noodles. Kris changed his order, but the waiter continued. The brown sauce the mongolian beef is covered in also has chicken stock in it.

Kris looked stunned.

He's been eating the candy^H^H^H^H^H mongolian beef for years now, and has never had a problem with the chicken stock in the sauce. He didn't want to have a psychosomatic response to the brown sauce, now that he knew it did have chicken stock in it. However, he was still concerned about it's presence.

I couldn't help but think, if you don't cook it yourself, you probably won't really know what's in it.