Two Things I’ve Learned From Eating Alone in Vancouver
- This is the first time I’ve eaten out alone. Well, okay, the first time I’ve eaten alone that isn’t a fast food restaurant or a burrito truck or coffeehouse, but an actual restaurant where the point of the institution is to sit there with someone else, eating food together. Eating out has always been a social activity for me. I don’t go to bars alone, don’t go to movies alone and have never gone to a nice restaurant alone before. And yet, here I am, taking blurry camphone photos of myself while the two Japanese girls in the school uniforms roll their eyes at me.
For one reason or another, I thought it would be more difficult than it actually is. As I end up more and more in strange cities where I know very little people, I figure I should start getting used to this feeling; being strangely alone, but not necessarily lonely. (Or is that the other way around?) Now all I have to do is be able to stand hanging out at a gay bar by myself and I’m all set.
- Someone told me that even the bad sushi in Vancouver is great sushi. THIS IS A BOLD-FACED LIE, especially if you go to that one sushi house on Main Street and Broadway. Bacon-wrapped scallops should never be in a bento box. EVER.

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