I used to live a few blocks from a schmancy diner. I loved going in for brunch alone, swanning past all the groups milling in the entrance waiting for their table, telling the host “I’m fine with a seat at the counter” and immediately getting led to a stool.
Going to a restaurant on my own a decade or two ago, I remember telling the host …
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I used to live a few blocks from a schmancy diner. I loved going in for brunch alone, swanning past all the groups milling in the entrance waiting for their table, telling the host “I’m fine with a seat at the counter” and immediately getting led to a stool.
Going to a restaurant on my own a decade or two ago, I remember telling the host …
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