First off the disclaimer: I love this place.
Last night several friends and I had dinner there. Temporarily, I have significant dietary restrictions, like no oil, no butter, no red meat, etc. It's horrible.
Anyway, I asked the waitress if they could help me with this miserable situation. She said she'd see what she could do.
Lickety split, one of the cooks was at our table. "I just want to know the exact parameters of your needs," he asked. I told him. He said he could help; I think he viewed it as a challenge.
The rest of our table ordered: the frito misto; the pork loin; the taglatelle; the meatballs and a pizza w/ the wild arugula on top (can't remember the exact one).
And they ordered drinks, drat them.
Service was a bit slow, but the waitress kept us up to speed about the wait and we were enjoying chatting; and my friends were enjoying their drinks (sighing over my sparkling water).
Out comes the frito misto and to my surprise a very simple salad of baby mixed greens dressed simply in lemon and I don't know what spices, but WOW, for me. It was delicious. I noticed envious looks, for a change, from my friends, although I noticed the f.m. was gone in a flash.
The main courses arrived. Everyone said that their dishes were delicious. A lonely slice of pizza was all that remained after the flurry of power eating. The chef, though, had concocted for me an array of vegetables simmered in a savory broth. Perfectly cooked carrots, brussel sprouts and the tiniest of potatoes. Thyme was a major herb, but not overwhelming. I couldn't finish my dish and the ravening crowd polished it off.
Dessert was the blood orange sorbet which again was demolished.
Question: I thanked the chefs, but is there something special to do when such a lovely effort was made for an individual?