Feel the burn. (Or not.)

I got takeout from Wasabi[1] for lunch today[2].
Chicken with “herb salad”[3] and a spicy tuna scallion roll.
Got back to the office and realized they had left something out.
Guess what they didn’t give me.

Hint: It starts with a “w”.

[1] I’d link to their site, but it’s a seasick Flash experience.
[2] I know we said we were done with them, but I’m trying not to eat wheat lately[4], so my options are limited.
[3] This is, as far as I can tell, mesclun mix. They should change the name of the salad (see below, “Crouton Madness”) unless they intend the word to be taken in its botanical sense (that is, “This salad is made from tender-stemmed plants, not wood”), rather than its culinary sense (“Tastier than lettuce!”). How hard is it, for crying out loud? I know they have a kitchen. I know they have shiso. I bet they have cilantro, too, because they are all about fusion. Just throw some herbs in the salad, already!
[4] I’ve been feeling marginally less well than usual for a while now, and my brainstem says that wheat is a major contributor to the less-wellness. I’m not completely eliminating it—Barbara got me a French mixed-fruit tart for my work anniversary on Monday
and I did not say nay—but I’m trying to demote it from “staple” to “treat”.