Диктатура острой пищи Dictatorship of spicy food

SANATORIUM "SPRING OF ALTAI"Sanatorium "Spring of Altai", Belokurikha. Dictatorship of spicy salads. Food discrimination. The sanatorium is unsightly from the outside, but inside everything contrasts pleasantly with the outside. Halls, lobbies, passage from one building to another are decorated in a modern and stylish way. Pleasing to the eye is a winter garden, a coffee shop, a swimming pool. The rooms are clean, tidy - not a dirty strip on the ceiling, on the wall or on the furniture. Everything looks brand new, as if the sanatorium opened only yesterday. For the treatment of 300 procedures. I don’t even know if there is something from traditional and modern methods that is missing here. And all treatment rooms work according to a clear schedule compiled by a computer. The patient does not wait a minute - the treatment begins exactly at the appointed time. The staff is sociable, polite, friendly, with humor. The guards are not in camouflage, but in a black suit, white shirt and tie - almost every one of them can be mistaken for the director of the sanatorium. And here I make a stop. It's time to move on to the "fly in the ointment" that spoiled my sanatorium "barrel of honey. " I'm talking about food. For some reason, the sanatorium chefs decided that a detachment of astronauts was resting with them - and they cook only for healthy stomachs. At lunch, all the salads on the buffet are spicy. With mustard, vinegar, black pepper, garlic, mayonnaise, pickled cucumbers, pickled mushrooms, smoked sausage. I can't eat any of this. I have gastritis, gastroduodenitis and cholecystitis - like most residents of megacities who have stepped over the forty-year milestone. Before that, I had to visit two sanatoriums - there you were assigned a dietary table and there were no problems. Here the problem was identified on the first day. I am an outcast. For me, there is not a single salad on the buffet. Even the rolls were anointed with mustard. I walked away confused and irritated. Maybe this day is not typical? But on the second, third, fourth day, there were no salads for me and people like me - not spicy. I asked to be transferred to the diet room, but it turned out to be one name - all the dishes here were exactly the same as in the common room. On the sixth day, I got angry. “I paid for the ticket exactly the same money as everyone else. Why is there no non-spicy food for me? ” - I said this to the waitress, and then to the diet nurse, whom the waitress called to me, and who, it turns out, existed in the sanatorium. On the seventh day, things changed. Two non-spicy salads were put on the table for me. Five for everyone, but two for me. And although there was discrimination in terms of quantity, I still got something. 25.04. 2016. On the eighth day, not two, but one salad was put on the table - from fresh cucumbers, tomatoes and radishes. But - a gap through the clouds - there were two more not spicy salads on the "buffet". True, one of them turned out to be with a radish, but I can’t have it either. But I did taste two salads that day. On the ninth day, one salad was also waiting for me on the table (like yesterday) - from fresh cucumbers and tomatoes. To them, sea kale was added to the plate - attention! - with vinegar! The cooks of this sanatorium are incorrigible. The dictatorship of spicy salads did not want to give up. Day ten. 27.04. 2016. Apparently, in the kitchen they decided that it was enough to please me - to put a non-spicy salad on my table. "Not a gentleman, tea - he will take. " Yes, I would take salads myself, if they were, without any nobility. And is there such a salad on distribution now? One turned out to be tomatoes, cucumbers, cabbage. No choice. Take what is given. I took it. And where to go? For dinner, the slices of meat in the salad I ordered were drizzled with vinegar! Although there was not a word about vinegar in the order menu! Maybe the acid was added especially for me? "Get it, you bastard! This is for your claims! ” On the last day – 04/29/2016 – I need to be extremely careful. The Spicy Salad Producer might give me a sharp parting blow. Two words about the food system in this resort. It consists of a customized menu and a buffet. The breakfast buffet is sausage, cheese, butter, egg (sometimes) and three kinds of porridge. Plus, you can order a second course. For lunch, the buffet includes salads (five types) and soups (four types). In three soups - with beef, chicken, fish - black pepper was always present, which is contraindicated for me. There was vegetable soup without pepper. But if it was from legumes, I was left without soup. I can't have beans either. There was no buffet for dinner. It was also difficult for me to choose food from the custom menu. Sometimes fried, sometimes with sausage, sometimes with tomato paste. Yeah, that seems to fit - "chicken fillet baked with tomato. " I order. Bring. Yes, fillet with tomato. But it is also baked with mayonnaise! But there was not a word about mayonnaise on the menu. April 28.2016. Eleventh day. Of course, from the spicy food of the sanatorium, I began to exacerbate my gastrointestinal sores. Blood pressure jumped to 165/80. I have never had such high scores. The largest is 150/80. The pulse beat 100 beats per minute. In this state, I didn’t feel like eating, and I skipped breakfast and lunch. Wandered for dinner. There I was lucky - I managed to exchange the second dish, which also turned out to be spicy, for porridge. 29.04. 2016. The twelfth is my last day. The dining room gives me a parting sharp blow. Breakfast - stewed pink salmon was poured with vinegar. Lunch - all salads were spicy, except beetroot. What if I don't want beets? Dinner - noodles with minced meat turned out to be with tomato paste, black pepper and some other spices. Our bus leaves at 6 am. I did not sleep all night - I was in a semi-conscious state. My wife did not sleep either - she helped me as much as she could. I was in the sanatorium from 04/18/2016 to 04/29/2016. Let everyone make a conclusion for himself - depending on his sores. My wife and I have visited 16 European countries. In cafes, fast food restaurants - everywhere - the food is not spicy. Who wants spicy - please add. Everything spicy in bottles on the distribution or on the table. Everyone has a choice. No dictatorship of spicy food! No food discrimination!