I just went to Vietnamese restaurant last night. It is a sort of hole in the wall place with a tiny door and a small window. Inside is quiet nice and large. It is a very well established restaurant which built its reputation by words of mouths.
Anyway, I ordered the “Bun Dac Biet special combo” (b.b.q. pork, grilled pork, grilled pork balls, minced shrimp & spring rolls on vermicelli), and didn’t know all the chopped vegetables are at the bottom of the bowl, and was about to start eating. The waiter reluctantly stepped forward and told me to “mix”, and I asked “Mix?”. He smiled and use his hands to gesture me to mix the ingredient thoroughly. I thanked him and started mixing and saw all the vegetables. Then, he said “There is hot sauce on the table if you want to spice it up”. Then we chatted about how busy the business is today and the bar is more busy tonight than regular days…etc.
Anyway, my point is that one of the things I love the most about eating out alone is that the waiters, waitresses, managers and sometime even the chefs feel a lot more comfortable to talk to me. When I am with a companion, most of the time, the restaurant staffs do rarely talk to me.