Originally Posted by
jbandy10
That weird look you sometimes get when you walk into a nicer restaurant and say "table for one." Yeah, most of the time, it's fine. But other times, the staff will give you a small look that implies some sort of vague half judgement.
I always try to find the best steakhouse in the cities I visit for one very self indulgent dinner, and have found it best to avoid the 630-8pm hours. Then show up, sans reservation, and ask for a seat at the bar “unless there is a nice table available” and the host will generally try to find a table for me instead of placing me at the bar. Either way, I have had some amazing food and wine this way.
I just assume the looks people give are less on the judgmental side and more on the curious side, and maybe even an act that will allow them to be more comfortable to try solo dining. I also put my phone away and truly enjoy the experience and food. I have had better dining experiences this way then with other people and mostly prefer it now.
Originally Posted by
AlanInDC
Not being able to share jaw-dropping sights or experiences when they happen.
Very much this.
Also, going on tours alone that end up with only me or one other couple and the guide when I really just wanted easy access to whatever and not feel obligated to paying attention. Especially if there is a personality mismatch between us (me & the guide).
I stay at hostels a lot because of this, depends on location. It’s a great way to meet people for tours, if solo (or w/friends)
Originally Posted by
econ
Returning from the hotel breakfast buffet in the restaurant or lounge to find my table cleared, or even worse, that and another party has sat down at the table.
omg, this happen 3 times in one morning in Sydney. Went to get food and came back to someone else’s stuff at the table. Told the host and they moved them. Placed my plate down and went to get juice and pastries and came back to a cleared table with someone else’s stuff. They moved them again, and I went back to replace the food they cleared and my juice was gone and a book was there. This time the person they gave my table to came back looking as confused as me. I told her what was happening. We agreed to have breakfast together a had a nice chat. She also taught me the proper way to have a crumpet cause I was doing it all kinds of wrong apparently.
And to be fair, it was a crazy busy weekend