I would gladly eat there more often. If it were not for magontet. Shame is, sadly, still an obvious ingredient in a soloätares krogtallrik.
You no doubt recognize the scene. It raised the eyebrow when the head waiter asks, ”Just one?”, though it is very clear that I'm only in the company of myself.
Then The wrinkled forehead. Not rarely accompanied by an anxious glance over the restaurant all of the tables. The solitary guest should not believe that she is anything other than a problem. Really want pub not to sacrifice any of their tables on a simple singelgäst. But perhaps something suitable for a proposals bordstjuv.
I end up usually in a corner. Or just outside the toilet. Alternatively, dangerously close to the springdörren in to the kitchen. Otherwise, at the bar, if such is offered.
. Sometimes, it hurts. As when I had looked forward to eating oysters on a under on the Atlantic coast. Made me extra nice and arrive to the restaurant which is nearly empty of guests. Nonetheless served I both The raised eyebrow and The wrinkled forehead.
It has blown hurricane-force winds and the rain still hangs in a dark gray sky. Butler is trying to despite the fact it place me at a dyblött utebord where no one else would want to sit. When I politely but firmly decline offers I a bar stool.
Actually, I should have thanked for me but I have chosen the restaurant with care and looked forward to the evening. Finally I'm able to closest to weep me to a table for four in the middle of the restaurant. At the next table sits a semesterfamilj with two children who receive warm and happy care from the staff. I get a menu thrown in your lap.
instead of continuing to cry I decide to show how crazy wrong they value me. I can with ease eat and drink for two. Or more.
with champagnedrinken Kir Royale. Twelve oysters on it with a fine white Bordeaux. Continue gourmetfrossan with the most expensive main course and a glass of red. Looks families as contented themselves with a main course swallowed with beer and soft drinks.
to my bill by far will top their, I order also a dessert wine and plussar with an avec to the coffee. I do not know not if my silent demonstration may directly impact. I myself am still very satisfied and happy when I'm wobbling home in all my loneliness.
actually, It is not I who should be ashamed – but all krogägare that bigoted enough to discriminate against ensamätare. So give me a window table - not a bar stool. And why not a ”Welcome dear to you. What fun to just you, and only you, want to be our guest tonight”.