Dining Alone

I have recently discovered the beauty in dining alone.

I've never been the kind of person that minds dining by myself, but recently I have come to enjoy it so much more.

It is incredible - the sights, the new sounds, and the smells you become aware of when you don't have the distractions of pesky dinner conversation (that was a joke... kind of).

The hiss of steam from the kitchen, the smell of a steak that is just ready leave the kitchen, and the taste of food when it's just the two of you... just you and the food... It all becomes more alive, more concentrated and with more of a purpose.

The clink of wine glasses get so much louder, while the ding of the bell signaling food-is-up gets so much more personal. You hear other diners dine, and waiters chat, and men pursuing women, and mothers chastising daughters, and the sounds of eating and of people enjoying food.

It's a wonderful thing.

... Not to mention you can wear weird bag lady clothing and stick dinner rolls in your pockets, and watch while the waitstaff talks about you in the back. That's fun too. Just saying.