‘Touch my plate and feel my fork.’ In an Age of Sharing, Diners Who Don’t.
25th July 2015
The only person with which I share food is my wife — Texas is a community property state, and she’s entitled to half.
All of this is a little hard on people who, darn it, just want a bit of alone time with the food they actually ordered. For years, reluctant sharers only had to fend off the occasional fry filcher, or the girlfriend who virtuously passes on dessert — and then plants her fork in her companion’s crème brûlée. Now, whole menus are devoted to socialist portions.