A Restaurant Designed For Eating Alone

A few weeks ago on a road trip through Maine, I found myself in a diner-y lunch place along the water. We sat in a booth way in the back, next to a window that overlooked the bay and a WATER WHEEL (watermill? quaint water-moving thing?). The view was almost as beautiful as the lobster roll (pictured).

We’d sat down right before the place closed for the afternoon, and were basking in our good luck and mayonnaise-based sandwichery when I looked to my left and heard angels singing (not pictured). There it was: a half booth, facing the window. Yes kind of like a window ledge but it was an actual, comfortable table with a booth seat, not some dumb barstool. On the table was an open book and a plate of fries. Outside the window: coastal Maine.

You know what, I think I just figured out my “happy place” visualization for childbirth. Please note the lack of other people.