Whenever my girlfriend and I have extra money, we go out for dinner. I am looking for great food and night out with my favorite person. But it seems every place I try has diners packed so tightly that I feel like I am on a date with everyone in my immediate area; aka personal space. I struggle to fight off my ADD. My girlfriend gets mad when I stop listening to her but when I am seated practically at the same table as anyone to my left or right I feel rude if I don't give them as much attention while they are talking. Of course I care about your new accounts at work, honey, but Peter over here is having trouble with his neighbor's pesky kids and their backyard hamster experiment. The smell is overwhelming.
I can relate.
With whom am I dining? How intimately do I want to know complete strangers? I can tell you that I draw the line at getting familiar with their intimate apparel. I could really go without a butt crack shot to the face as Petey squeezes through the "separation" of our tables on his way out. And I am absolutely NOT a fan of PDA. It is even worse when it happens within close proximity and I am eating. It is plausible that I will regurgitate my $50 dinner.
Restaurant owners should get rid of the illusion that we have our own space and opt for a communal dinner table. At least we will know beforehand that it will be an orgy-like dining experience. I don't know about you, but I don't like surprise orgies.
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I hate being crammed too. and the owners of said restaurants use some bullshit mission statement saying they want the customers to have an intimate and shared experience with the other diners, when you know the real reason is just to make as much money as they can in one night. and on top of it, they won't even take a reservation.
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