An itchy nose means a fight. That’s what my grandmother tells me. Today my nose is itching. Wanna drop the gloves?

No, well, okay. The nose will just have to stop itching, then. Let me tell you about caffeine instead.

Last night, I was with a friend at a place called 61C in Squirrel Hill. It’s a coffee shop. I’m not a big coffee drinker, but I liked it there a lot.

So, lately, I’ve been a little embarrassed. You see, I’ve never been a picky eater. I don’t think it would be inaccurate to say that I pride myself on being able to eat with anyone at anytime however they see fit. Recently, though, caffeine has become an issue for me. If I have a coke after 3 pm I can’t sleep a wink all night.

I don’t know what happened. It never used to be that way. I feel like my mom.

So, there I was at 61C, knowing that I have this problem. I ordered a fresh squeezed juice because I thought that would be safe. The very kind server had to tell me they were out of fruit.

From there, I had to check with her what beverages I could get without caffeine. I felt so ridiculous being one of those “picky restaurant people” and I told them so. Apparently, at a coffee shop you can get anything you want without caffeine. I never knew.

I had a cafe au lait. It was lovely. Those 61C servers thought my whole explanation was rather hysterical.

Have a “special need” when it comes to food? Come to Hot D***a, where we’ve always done our best to accomodate such things. There’s even an owner who, for the first time, can honestly say he understands.