Saturday night. After a short wait, it's our turn to order. The first thing I order is the gluten-free children's burger, to which the waiter automatically asks me, "How gluten-intolerant is your child?" Just from that question, I know things aren't going well. After his explanation, we would have definitely left without ordering, but we'd managed to get a free table and we weren't alone; we were with other friends. I tell him I don't understand the question, that the child is celiac and, logically, gluten-intolerant. He tells me the fries could be cross-contaminated since they're fried in the same fryer as the rest of the breaded items on the menu. He says it's his obligation to tell me. I explain that this isn't cross-contamination, that it's pure and simple contamination. He says he's sorry, that the only thing he can do is swap the fries for some nachos. In the end, I was even grateful that I got the honest waiter. Bottom line: celiacs, don't go to this place. They don't give a damn about your health. You can't ask people how gluten intolerant they are. Celiac disease isn't a fad, it's a disease.