Eating alone doesn’t really scare me…when done prior to noon. In the AM, you can always find me hiding in the corner of some coffee shop with a double cappuccino, blueberry scone and my nose embedded in my laptop. But, when it comes to an evening meal after 5, I usually plop myself at the safety of a bar to enjoy my solo supper with a cocktail. For me, this didn’t count as a check off the ‘dinner alone” bucket list. I wanted to have a romantic dinner at my very own table without the comfort of a friendly stranger sitting at the next stool.
I chose to do my chowing alone at, BLD, a newer restaurant that popped up near my home in Arizona. The interiors were not as sexy as their sister establishment, Cork, but still modern and sleek. I entered and immediately said, “just one”. I don’t like when they have to ask “how many?” The hostess sat me at a cushy booth big enough for four and I was grateful that they didn’t shove me in the corner at some tiny two-top. Put me right out there in the open for everyone to ogle. Yep. I’m by myself.
After immediately ordering a glass of Zinfandel, I started to settle in. My food extravaganza began with the seared ahi and cucumber salad. Another glass of wine please. The second course was a prosciutto and fried goat cheese salad. This isn’t so bad. My server was personable, my Kindle app had a great book I had yet to read and I wasn’t subjected to eating greasy chicken wings at the local pub just because I was sans a dining partner.
I lingered at the restaurant for more than an hour and a half, enjoying the silence and not having to share my dessert.