When I traveled all the time for work there were times when I would go out to eat by myself. Not often, because I often traveled with team members and eating out together was often a blast. We went by the mantra of work hard, play hard. However, those times I did go out on my own I started to eat at the bar. It felt more comfortable and one had ready access to not only a cocktail but also an ear.
An ear! Yes, indeed. And, I loved it. I’m a bit of a talker. As a kid I was a champion storyteller. I can tell a tale. And, both fortunately and unfortunately, I have lived through many tales.
Now, even when with another person, I more often than not, still eat at the bar. You get an intermediary to help settle debates. You get the real story of the place. You almost always end up with either a free dessert or drink. You get to be social yet also intimate. Instead of across the table, you can talk to the person to you side-by-side. You literally get to speak to their ear. There’s something to be said about that.