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Annals of female courage: Woman goes to a restaurant and eats a meal all by herself

August 20, 2014

Is this a chick thing?

When I saw an article asking “Are You Ashamed to Eat Out Alone?” I decided it was time to mark this one off of the list.

Yes, I’ve grabbed a quick bite here and there by myself before. I have a favorite lunch spot back home that I sneak off to each time I visit and I’ve spent hundreds (probably thousands) of hours studying alone at coffee shops. But I have never gone to a nice restaurant and enjoyed an entire meal alone.


 I had to work late, so I got to the restaurant after 9. I asked for a seat at the end of the bar. I settled in and ordered a drink called the Bandit, which was made of Averna, grapefruit juice, Ginger Ale, and a lime. It hit the spot. 


I ordered a margarita pizza. Usually you can order it with an egg on top, but they were out that night. Heart break! If you have not had an egg on a pizza before then you are not living life to its fullest. I had the perfect seat; I could watch the guys spin the dough and then cook the pizza right in front of me in a beautiful wood-fire oven.


For dessert I had the Honey Vanilla Panna Cotta which had fresh peaches, preserves, prosecco jelly, zabaglione, and buttermilk cornmeal cookies. This was my first time trying panna cotta. It was basically a sweet creamy gelatin dessert with some white wine jelly and fresh peaches. The peaches were sweet and fragrant; they were all I could smell while I was eating the dessert. It was absolute heaven.

Uh, maybe it’s just me, but I had no idea that going to a restaurant and ordering some food all by myself was a major life challenge. I’ve always looked at it as one of the perks of being a reporter on the road and on an expense account. So I don’t feel “ashamed” to eat alone.

I must say that I would feel ashamed if I ordered the pizza when I could get someone else to pay for a thick steak. Or went anywhere near a cocktail made out of Averna and grapefruit juice.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

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One Comment
  1. Lastango permalink

    I’m reminded of a single woman who wrote that the most awful chore she had was mowing the lawn. To her it was like holding up a sign saying, “I’m doing this because I don’t have a man to do it for me!”

    I take it this translates into something like, “This is proof for everyone to see that I’m not attractive enough or feminine enough to find and hold a man”. I gather she found it deeply humiliating.

    Myself, I’ll do some female stuff from time to time without blinking. It’s catnip… ferinstance, I never get chatted up as much by the ladies as when I’m grocery shopping. But like our good Blogress, hell will freeze over before I’m seen at a bar sipping at averna/grapefruit juice/ginger ale/lime.

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