Had dinner by myself at Prima Taste on Saturday (crispy chicken rice - decent but a bit soggy for my liking). I suppose there are always those who eat alone and rush off, like salarymen at the noodle house (images of Tampopo come to mind), but I find that there's a certain pleasure to be had sitting down in a restaurant with a good book and just myself for company. I suppose it's a thing I picked up from my travel writing days, when there was little chance I'd know anybody in the town I was in to have dinner with anyway.
My favourite burger place ever, Bartley's, had a long centre table for solo diners. Solitary, and yet communal. I like the idea of catering to those who eat alone.