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I don't mind being asked. I somewhat mind being treated like I'm demanding a diet of nothing but absurd and obscure foods.
I'm not talking about people who are in any way responsible for preparing or serving me food. I'm talking about companions at a restaurant meeting, and when the conversation drifts to my food choices and we talk about it, they basically drop their jaw and suggest "how on earth can you possibly survive like that? it's not possible! what sort of invented foods can you eat???"
Sorry for abbreviating and perhaps causing confusion.
If someone is asking "I want you at my party and I know you don't eat ribs, what would be a good option?" I am totally comfortable with that give-and-take, and in virtually every case I will more than meet you halfway. I don't need to be treated like a circus freak is all.
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