The art of flying solo.

By Briana Bononcini

The Solo Supper—or, as I prefer to think of it, a necessary, exquisite discipline of self-care, is one of modern life’s most misunderstood luxuries. The truth is, eating alone in a public space is not an act of solitude, a passive withdrawal from the world. It is, instead, an exercise in selective engagement. It is the intentional curation of one’s own sensory landscape.

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