For instance, on a recent outing we were trying to decide where to go for dinner. The kids were tossing out ideas (mainly Chick-Fil-A) when Big J proposed a stop at Five Guys. I've been two or three times before, but I could only go on my own because they serve peanuts. Big, open boxes of peanuts. It's completely off-limits for any peanut-allergic family. In fact, Big J had never been before, but as soon as we remembered that we can go, we headed that way.
So, here's another snapshot of something I never thought I'd see:
|That blur is Miss M's fist coming down to smash a peanut open.|
|Posted on the door as you exit a Five Guys restaurant|