The Lasagne

I took Ahmed to a small Italian cafe for dinner before we had an exciting night of ten pin bowling. We were looking at the menu and he decided he'd have the lasagne. We checked the ingredients just in case, and all was fine. I got the pizza myself and was pretty excited (I like pizza). The food finally arrived and Ahmed was about to take a bite of his lasagne when I spotted layers and layers of ham. *groan*

I decided that I would be the one to return the lasagne, because I'm generally nicer with these things. The man behind the bar gave me this look like I had no idea what a real lasagne is. "Lasgane is ALWAYS made with ham...there is no need to write it in the menu". Right....so..hmm.."Umm he can't eat ham...it's not that he is just picky or that he can pick it out". "Fine, I'll go get the owner" and he storms off while I mumble a thanks.

Well, the owner comes out and he is this gorgeous little old Italian man. You know the kind of old man who just looks happy all the time? I had an interesting conversation with him.
"Umm, I'm so sorry, but he can't eat this. It has ham and before we ordered it, we checked the menu but it didn't say ham".
"He doesn't like ham?"
"No, he can't eat ham, he is muslim. It is a religious thing"
"Muslims don't eat ham?"
"No.."
"Ohhhh....Do they know how good it is?" I just smiled. "Can he eat vegetarian lasagne?"
At this stage, I'm a little worried. Ahmed does not like vegetarian food, but the owner looked so sad about the rejected lasagne.
"I'm sure that would be okay"

I walk back to the table...and what do I hear "ahh...vegetarian?? yuck". I wanted to leap over the table and slap him. =)