The last time I ate out–and I use that term loosely because it was at a Panera along I-70 in Ohio–I had a squirmy toddler, a spazzy kindergartener, and a hungry husband with me. Simply placing the order was an ordeal (“I want mac and cheese…no! I mean grilled cheese…no! I mean mac and cheese…”), so there wasn’t much time to ask about (or even ponder) nutrition information. Some key digits posted on the menu board–like calories and fat grams–would’ve been a big help.
In a guest blog post, I make a case for labeling menus on fellow dietitian D. Milton Stokes’s blog, and you can read it here.
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