Mar 28
A tapas bar. TAPAS, I said.
Another thing to check off my list of firsts: going out to dinner at a restaurant by myself. And it was good. I almost wimped out and headed back to my hotel to order room service… I actually walked past the restaurant I was considering, and then thought better of it and turned around.
I went to Tapeo, a tapas bar on Newbury Street in Boston. I guess they’re used to seeing solo diners since the hostess didn’t bat an eyelash or ask me anything presumptuous - e.g. “will you be dining alone?” or “party of one?” or “are you waiting for anyone else?” Nope. She just asked me to follow her and seated me. I noticed that the next three people she seated were also single diners, so that made me feel pretty chill.
I got myself a glass of sangria… a mixed greens salad with hearts of palm, beets, orange slices and vinaigrette… medallions of warm goat cheese with honey and sweet onions… saffron batter fried shrimp with spicy mojo sauce… and pork sausage with figs.
Since the rain here wasn’t too bad at that point, I took a long walk around the neighborhood to get back to my hotel. That was nice. I managed to get back to my hotel without pulling out a map–just using my (fairly decent) sense of direction. All in all, it was a nicely confidence boosting evening.
But I’m wiped, man. I want nothing more than to curl up in bed with a cup of mint tea and a book.
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