I don't think Hibachi restaurants pay enough attention - one, at least, doesn't pay enough attention - to food allergies. It's the "not knowing what's actually in that dish" part that I'm referring to here, and not appearing much concerned about it even as an emergency is unfolding. My blame is lessened by the knowledge that I also didn't pick up very quickly that an emergency was unfolding. I have seen many emergencies in my life, and sometimes I have recognised them right away, while other times I have been oblivious.
We were well into this one before it dawned on me that this was very bad, and I might be a widower in just a few minutes, having failed at the last. My wife was trying to figure out exactly what was wrong before saying anything - which is a terrible strategy I can much relate to.
It's all fine now. It was all fine relatively quickly after her guessing that benadryl might help, and me belatedly insisting that a second one couldn't hurt.
Consider this a Public Service Announcement.