Looking past the empty chair at my table and through a large picture window, I have a clear view of the umbrella’d outdoor porch area which is filling up quickly on this early fall evening. Despite ideal weather, I chose a quieter indoor table for dinner.
Beyond the umbrellas is the iconic Chocolate Avenue, and beyond that the engineered steel of Hershey Park’s twisty rides pokes above the tree line.
Beside me sits my iPhone and its gateway to the world, but I don’t want it to be my company for this meal – its idled screen remains dark; its notifications silenced.
How often have you spotted lone diners finding comfort by insecurely pecking at their phone? I don’t want to be that guy.
Moreover, the Mediterranean Risotto and Argentinian Malbec are a deliciously perfect combination that warrants fully attentive savoring. Breaks for texts and posts would absolutely kill this moment.
It seems the solo traveler, including me at times, too often overlooks such simple pleasures.