As a single, divorced man, I often dine alone.
I work on Mamaroneck Avenue. My usual scenario is to grab some take-out and come back to the office to eat in front of the computer (I spend quite a lot of time on the dating web sites. But I’ll save that for my next article). There’s something about sitting alone at a table for two that feels, you know, alone.
So in an effort to hide the evidence, I like to sit at the bar, particularly at Toyo Sushi, near my office. Now as people walk past, I’m just the back of a head. But the question as I prepare to take to my solitary dining is, what do I do while I eat? An iPod screams, “Leave me alone!” Do it sit and stare off into space? Bring a book? Browsing the internet on my iPhone is a good alternative.
There is even a how-to wiki on eating alone online.
We live in a world where togetherness has cache, especially here in the ‘burbs. Walking into a restaurant filled with families and couples and nodding “yes” to the question, “table for one?” can be hard.
Single? Dining alone? Like sushi? I’ll be at the bar.
If you’d like to have dinner with Larry, you can reach him at firstname.lastname@example.org