“Yes, it’s that serious.”
How many times have you said that to someone in a restaurant?
When I travel, even without my son, I always tell the server that I have a peanut allergy. First, I like to see how they handle it in case I’m ever there with my son. Second, g-d forbid I need to leave earlier than planned and I’m peanut-contaminated.
At the Hyatt in Pittsburgh, I told my waitress that I had a peanut allergy and that none of my food could contain peanuts. I ordered an asian salad with dressing on the side.
Moral of the story- ask and ask again. And make sure your server knows that yes, it’s that serious.