There are some people who would not even consider going into a restaurant by themselves. Me, I often like to eat alone. Some days I will actively avoid going to lunch with co-workers just to go by myself and read or jot down notes on this or that. Restaurants though often don't really seem to like having a solo diner and they will try a couple of ploys to prevent you from using one of their precious tables.
First many restaurants will try the "would you like to sit at the bar" routine. Now, if I had wanted to sit at the bar, would I have walked up and asked for the table, no I think I would have just gone over and sat at the bar. Also, what part of non-smoking did they not understand?
Thwarted in their efforts to get me to sit at the bar, many restaurants will then lead me to "the crappy table" (tm). This the table that is smaller than every other table in the restaurant. It is invariably half under a plant or stuck in a corner or up against a divider. Now it does not matter if half the other tables in a restaurant are empty, if you are by yourself, you will almost always be lead to the crappy table. The real pain about these table is that when you are by yourself you spread out with a book or newspaper and the crappy table is the least conducive to such activities.
Now usually a request for a different table is sufficient to get me away from the crappy table, though usually accompanied by a roll of eyes and a sigh. Sometimes though the person leading me to my table will actually argue and tell me in essense they are saving the other tables for "real customers" I tend not to go back to such places.
I have vowed that should I ever own a restarant, there will be no crappy table in it, even if that means being short a table that I could otherwise cram in.
Now, the joy of living by myself and eating by myself at home is that I can buy a cinnamon creme cake and just cut pieces from top part that has the glazing (like I did tonight, mmm) Who needs the bottom half?