Table For One

I sat at the marble counter at Punch on North

I found myself sitting at the narrow counter of Dumpling

I sat at a polished concrete table at September Coffee

I stood at the counter at Micro Bakery in Tiong

I sat at a narrow table at Maxi Coffee Bar

I sat in the softly lit dining room at Euphoria

I sat at a small wooden table at Dawn on

I sat at a wooden counter at Kurasu in Waterloo

I sat by the window at Lola’s Cafe in Holland

For years, my definition of a good meal was dictated