tables for one
(image: carolita johnson)
The New Yorker has it’s “Tables for Two” column every week and it’s obviously a lot of fun for the kids that get to write it. They get to stuff their literary little faces at the magazine’s expense, and in return they write food porn for all those food leches riding the train from Connecticut into work with nothing but an organic protein bar in their briefcase.
HEY! I’m all for it! Yeah! I’d love to get that gig! I hope that institution never dies, like the Back Page (replaced by the Caption Contest), may it rest in peace (for a while and then come back like a phoenix)!
But I don’t have that gig, so starting Monday, I’m doing my own “Tables for One“! That’s something the world is missing, a weekly review of places you can go alone, eat well or cheap or both, and not feel like a lonely jerk that everyone is looking at like you’re a big weirdo with no friends. Yeah. Try going to Pastis alone, see how it makes you feel, you poor lonely freak with no Significant Other or Others!
So every week, I’m gonna give you the lowdown on a nice little to eat, sometimes cheap and cheerful, sometimes a little out of my price range, and emergency eats (like when you come home and drunkenly spill your warmed over leftovers on the floor, or discover that everything in your fridge is past its expiration date).
Stay tuned…. Will post every Monday.