I was craving steak halfway into the class last night, and because a friend I was supposed to meet bailed on me due to work commitments, I had to go satisfy that craving ALONE. Any attempts of calling up friends to meet last minute were bashed.
One had an eye infection and was going to retire for the night. One was stuck at the chiropractor’s, apparently with needles stuck into her neck and shoulders. Another one was just on the way home from work (at 10pm!) and “dead tired”.
Now now, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with eating outdoors alone. Plenty of people do it, by choice or by default, during their lunch hour at work or simply because they enjoy the peace and quiet. But me, ahhh, I’m an oddball.
I could never stomach eating outside alone. I find it… weird. What do you do while waiting for your food? Stare into space?? And doesn’t it seem a bit too lonely while you dissect your medium rare piece of beef, and savoring the entire experience by yourself?
Given a choice, I would usually rather have something on the go, than to sit in a restaurant on my own, chewing away at my meal. Which probably explains why I had all these gastric pains in days pre-Hubs, since I’d rather skip proper meals than to eat alone.
But last night, the hunger was unbearable. And so was the craving. So I headed to Cineleisure’s Chicago Steakhouse for a steak.
Wonder of wonders, as they’re opened til 1am everyday (last order approx 30 minutes before). Which means anyone can basically have their steak craving fulfilled even at goddamn 2359hours. Yippee!
To avoid looking like a sad little loony with no friends, I bought a magazine from the nearby 7-11, so that I’d have something to browse while I was waiting for my food.
But heck, I still find it weird to be staring at surroundings while I chewed my food.
Nonetheless, I survived the ordeal. The ordeal of eating in a restaurant ALONE.