What is it about eating outside these days? Granted, when I was growing up, I was the first in line for a picnic in the backyard or egg salad sandwiches at Willard Beach, but come on now. What's the deal? You've got a small restaurant, maybe here on Federal Street, an attractive corner cafe, or a micobrew pub and you MUST have to make outside seating available? I don't understand this. Is it a fad? I walked by one place the other morning, and there were two tables and four chairs. That was it. Can I share just one more peccadillo with you this morning. I really enjoy eating in peace, not stuffed together in an overcrowded room. I'm really an introvert at heart. I enjoy eating and conversing with friends around a table, however; I dislike immensely sharing my intimate thoughts with the world or anyone at the next table. You might find this a bit odd, considering what I do each morning for a 1/2 hour, but it's true. This said, do you really think I'd enjoy eating breakfast and having total strangers pass my table a mere 6 inches away. If they ever commented on my choice off the menu or my eating habits, my repast would be at an end. Maybe if I wore my 'paperbag' all would be right in the world, and I might consume my delicious Eggs Benedict in peace. And yes, I do have some peculiar eating habits. And no, I'm not at liberty to share them with you, at this point in our relationship.