Table for one, please. It’s not a line that many people want to speak. I remember the first time that I dined alone. I was 24, my husband and I had just returned from a week in Hawaii to celebrate my birthday and were only home for a few days before we had to fly to Cleveland for a week for a conference of his. I went with him, as I always did before we had kids, and I spent the days shopping and enjoying myself when he was in his meetings. One day, I decided I would go with him, drop him off and head to nearby Crocker Park for the day. It wasn’t as big as I thought it might be, so I decided after a morning of shopping that I’d take myself to brunch at Cheesecake Factory.
I asked for a table for one, and the woman helping me actually asked me if I’d rather just sit at the bar so it would look like I was ‘at least waiting on someone,’ presumably so I did not look pathetic. I thought she was rude, but I did it because it was closer to the mimosas and I had a book to read. It was magnificent; and it was like this puppy. He might want to eat, but he’s not going to eat alone. Watch the video so you can see just how far he will go to have someone to eat with.