I DREAM OF AN AUTISM FRIENDLY RESTAURANT

I DREAM OF AN AUTISM FRIENDLY RESTAURANT

I love eating; even more, I love cooking. And I love the fact that I get to work in the autism field. And I love miniature things. I am also a serial fantasiser – you know, for ever thinking up ‘what if…’ scenarios; the other day I was fantasising about how I could combine some of my special interests – i.e. cooking, autism, and miniatures, and came up with the idea of a new Blog post… I know that there are plenty of individuals and families for whom eating out is either not an option, or is such an industrial sized planning operation that it hardly seems worth it in the end; plus all the variables that can’t be controlled, such as: the sudden appearance of a baby crying; a plate breaking in the kitchen; bread being offered all piled up in a basket and not set out separately without touching; food being served on a texturally inappropriate surface (were humans ever meant to eat off slate?); the waitress wearing the ‘wrong’ perfume; the two clocks on display showing different times; the electric socket switch being turned on despite there being nothing plugged in; the noise of the air-con being painful; background ‘chatter’ becoming overwhelming; people scraping their chairs on the floor when they get up or sit down; being greeted by an unanswerable question such as ‘so how does tonight find you?’ not being able to sit tucked away in the corner; grammatical errors on the ‘specials’ board (what makes the meals on the board so special anyway?); the ketchup in the Heinz bottle clearly not the correct...