I was cordially greeted with "Table for one?" Normally, that wouldn't sting. But, it did. Yes, table for one... for the last friggin' six years of my life, thank you very much! "Yes" I responded, with an equally cordial (but strained) smile and took my seat, quickly noticing that I was the only one dining alone. Thank god it was happy hour and Nero Doro has a delicious Montepulciano.
Sometimes you need a hole in the wall Cuban spot with Celia Cruz wailing "Guantanamera" like you need a big ol' hug from a barrel chested man. Lonely times call for community tables and comfort food to soothe the soul.
