No, this isn’t a post about being single.
Anyway, i’m not always in the company of heroes. I go for drives, get coffee and, when necessary, dine alone, which I did earlier tonight at some no-name Thai restaurant on Geary, in the photo above.
Dining alone is something I never really thought I’d do, until I kind of had to on New Year’s Eve 2008.
I was at dinner with an inordinate number of Asian friends at a great restaurant in downtown San Francisco. As midnight approached, however, they all took off for their Asian club party. I passed on the event (why pay $100+ to celebrate with strangers?), and suddenly a group of 20+ was reduced to, well, me.
Anyway, the bill was paid and I was lingering to finish my 7th Makers Manhattan before I’d head to the Mission district for a house party.
Right then, however I decided I wanted some goddamn dessert. I ordered a creme brulee and coffee, and it was goddamn delicious.
(Naturally I was using the word “goddamn” a lot after having 7 Manhattans)
I mean, after seven drinks anything would’ve been delicious, but what made it great, I would discover, was the solitude. I didn’t have to yap or tell a story or entertain anyone. I could drink my coffee. And not have to save the best part of the creme brulee for a scantily clad companion (this time, anyway).
Fine dining, up until that point, I’d always considered a group activity. Sometimes, though, all you want is a good meal.
