Back to dinner: a sensible, low-stress guide
BACK IN 2018, we wrote a book called “Brunch Is Hell,” in which we declared that dinner was the cornerstone of civilization – and brunch was its evil antithesis.
Unlike restaurant brunches, we noted, dinner hosts selflessly welcome friends and strangers to their homes, provide them with free food, and in return ask no one to spill wine on the table. Pomeranian. A dinner party, we said, is a safe space for the free exchange of ideas, where differences can be debated aloud and where impromptu dances are welcome.
And a dinner party is, we would say, a “recreation for the adults” – a blessed break from the pressures, consumerism and information blitz of the outside world. We were hoping to convince more people to organize dinners. Without them, let’s warn, society would surely crumble, like the crust on a reheated brunch quiche.
Well, we’re all there, after a forced drought of a one-year feast dinner, and … we’ve told you. Turns out when you spend 13 solid months gorging yourself on real crime shows and giving fake smiles in virtual meetings instead of getting together? Just leave even the most urban and outgoing social animals a little wild.
The good news? There is light at the end of the fireplace. As vaccines are rolled out, the number of cases decreases and gatherings with someone other than your little one’s pediatrician become sanctioned, we can begin to restore civility. One dinner at a time.