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If you're an avid reader of mine, would rather drink lye than miss an entry, then you'll not be surprised to find yet another Comman Man post. And if you're a die-hard fan, then you'll also know that one of my sons has multiple food allergies...therefore, for the tried and true groupie, you'll have already assessed that maybe this new CM post has a different angle to it than my past accounts. Indeed my friends, The Common Man in Lincoln, NH now goes down as my favorite allergy friendly joint in all the land of Granite!

Going out to eat is an absolute treat for my family, as making sure my son's food is safe can be nerve-wracking. Quite familiar with all of Alex Ray's restaurants, when it came time for dinner after hiking for hours at the Lost River, I thought, well we could try the Comman Man? It was exactly 4pm, a bit earlier than the typical dining crowd, but I entered the back of Lincoln's Common Man anyway, to ask if serving us was even an option. A woman with a vacuum seemed the most approachable, as she turned off the machine as she saw me coming. I had told her about Ry and she kept nodding her head, "Yes, Yes, of course, we can do anything...and not do anything," she winked when asked if they had ways of making fries GF - which takes both time and effort. I told her that even baking them was fine, and she suggested with excitement to pan fry them separately in olive oil and salt - "Yummmm," she said. Sold. [Come to find out - after dinner - that this beloved vacuum-er was the General Manager!]

We three sat at a checkerboard table, and came to meet John, our server. As if I don't feel like a pain in the rear enough when I ask for dressing on the side, or less salty marinades - I can't even begin to tell you my hesitancy to talk to a server about cooking for allergies. Over and over I stress with huge eyeballs and firm, albeit strange, hand gestures, "so his is dry grilled, separate utensil, fries are baked and no bun, no cheese, oh, wait, no lime in his club soda either. Yada, yada, yada..." Who the heck would want to serve us, and who wants to listen to my crazy mother redundancy?! Well we know Carol does, but now you know John does too! Take note Alex Ray, give these two a day or three or more off...their courtesy and service were unparalleled. I actually sat back, crossed my legs and didn't think twice about Ryan's food...a first. Thank You Carol [The Infamous Woman with Vacuum], for getting us in there, and Thank You John [A Server From a Mother's Dream] for taking my son into your utmost consideration. I hereby christen the Lincoln Comman Man the Fave of the Allergy World.

[Hmmm, seems I forgot to mention the FOOD we ordered and enjoyed...well, you know what I'm gonna say about that because you remember me telling you already - remember, this was another perspective of the Common Man!]