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here is a boom, I read, in solo dining. That is, it has become popular deliberately, knowingly, willingly and in a premeditated fashion to sit and eat by yourself in public. On your own. Alone. Tout seul. Consuming food. With other people able to see you. Weird, right? If “audience participation” is the worst two-word combo in the English language, “solo dining” runs it a close second. “Communal table” is right up there as well.
The trend is especially strange for being prevalent at high-end restaurants, places where normal people feel awkward even with friends or family to back them up. In the winter months I occasionally treat myself to a morning fry-up at the local spoon (greasy, not Wether): corner booth, sports
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