Yes, I know. . .
Let me explain. I’ve been traveling, doing non-stop interviews for my book, my deadline is now and I still have lots to write. I’m having the most wonderful time, meeting extraordinary people, learning things I never imagined, testing all sorts of exceptional foods, diets, cosmetics, entertaining tricks, home remedies and on and on.
Please know that I did not leave the photo of Brigitte Macron up for so many days to be unkind or to keep the conversation going. I’ve simply been immersed in the book and the interviews that have taken me all over France to speak directly to the experts. Let me simply say, I love Madame Macron and I think she looks gorgeous 99 percent of the time. And, best of all, she looks happy and happiness is truly the world’s best beauty secret.
Now, back to my headline: Diner Pour Une (Dinner for One). For the past week I’ve been in one of the most luxurious places in France. Part of the luxury is a Michelin three-star restaurant and every evening I dine in the restaurant — alone.
I’ve always been quite uncomfortable dining alone, lunch is fine, dinner I find less comfortable. In fact, I cannot remember the last time I have been in a restaurant without My-Reason-For-Living-In-France or with friends. For that reason I decided to dedicate myself to learning how to be at table and enjoy the experience without the usual conversation.
I did not bring a book to the table, nor did I play with my phone. I left it in my bag and for the first two days forced myself to observe my surroundings (not difficult, they’re exquisite), watch other patrons, and concentrate on my food, eating ever so slowly, savoring. My notebook was in my bag and when I had a thought I felt might be interesting to pass on to you in a chapter, I took it out and scribbled the idea or observation.
As is my wont, and you know this, I like to see what women are wearing. Almost without exception, for dinner, they were in little summer dresses. Lunch was more casual and sometimes in the garden, but everyone — men and women — made an effort for dinner. It was so refreshing to see.
Do you ever dine alone in a restaurant and, if so, how do you enjoy the experience? Do you need props?
Do forgive me for my absence.