As I said, good food. And Hong Kong milk tea.
A bottle of Sriracha on every table.
This time I didn't go. It's not the same. I want to sit inside, dawdle over my beverage, fill my pipe while waiting for the food, and head out afterwards to light up. It would seem strange to have a smoke on Waverly now, with no clear division between "dining room" and the outside smoking environment. It seems "wrong', somehow.
Hurriedly downing a meal outdoors, while too far away to casually listen to other people, and too socially "distanted" to even observe the interactions between folks eating together, seems a recipe for disappointment. It decontextualizes the restaurant experience. It's not just about food. But I have no one to eat with, so it would necessarily become only about food.
Animals eat by themselves in the outdoors.
Humans need a pretense of society.
Besides, there is no point in choosing to be by oneself if it isn't really a choice.
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