Dining alone

It would be fate that a few days before my Vermont adventure I would stumble upon a NY Times article about dining alone.
It was an opinion piece that involved multiple voices of support and opposition.
Those in support enjoyed the ability to focus. Something often lost during dinner dates. The ability to to focus on an immediate task or just the food and drink.
Those in opposition spoke of the pity looks from company blessed patrons, of the judgment from hosts, or the plain discomfort of being alone.
For me, I enjoy dining out alone, depending on location and reasons. Hotel establishments are my favorite, I often start dinner alone and end with a conversation with a stranger. Diners are best for catching up on books or road trips, locals and travelers often eat alone. Then there are the rare movie and dinner joints the are littered with single individuals of all ages, happily distracted by food, the movie, or their thoughts.
However, tonight is the first time I tried a family gourmet like experience by myself. It’s a strange find, a bars- restaurant with a French chef who offers such joys as cinnamon duck, sweet potato crushed lamb, tuna tartare along with grass fed organic burgers and truffle sauteed mushrooms all in a setting that feels like you’ve stepped into a 1950’s diner.  French decorations fill in wood walls and tables and a brick fireplace. I consider it a place of absolute contradictions, so, perhaps this is unique, but for my first solo fine dining experience, I feel as if I belong.


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