Every time the mr. goes on a business trip, I get these pie-in-the-sky ideas of calling up friends and making dinner dates all over town. But, after a day in the editorial trenches, I’m often too beat to even pick up the phone. Flash forward to dinner time when instead of swanning all over town, I end up laying on the couch with a bowl of leftover spaghetti or (as I did last night) standing in front of the refrigerator eating Skippy with a tablespoon.
I never said this was going to be pretty.
Now, I don’t have a problem going to a restaurant by myself, in fact, I love eating at the bar—it’s friendly, communal, and usually comes with some great people watching.
So tell me, where are your favorite places to eat when you’re flying solo? Do you know of any restaurants with true community tables where singletons can dine together? (No fast food, though. I do have to draw a line somewhere.)
