Paris - Act III

To anyone considering dining solo in Paris:

Do it. No one will bat an eye. You will not be seated at the bar, because, well, you don't eat dinner at the bar. You may get a lousy table, but so far I have not. Your waiter or waitress may be lovely (or may be standoffish, on occasion), but they will not treat you any differently than they are treating any of the people at the two-tops or three-tops. If they are being charming to the other tables, they will be charming to you. Most are. Extremely. But the opposite does apply (if they're a bit of a jerk, they will at least be consistent) (this has only happened to me once).

I know it sometimes feel like you've got a huge L tattooed on your forehead when you walk into a restaurant for dinner alone, but do. Treat yourself. Don't be shy. Your wait person will take good care of you.

(NB: I have been eating almost exclusively at adorable neighbourhood bistrots, because that's the kind of food I'm interested in, but I'm sure at the multiple-Michelin-starred restaurants they take even better care of you.)