Friends for a night: why going to your local brewpub alone is good for the soul

“Are you done with the beer list?”

It was a question a man with a graying beard in a corduroy newspaper cap leaned over to ask me as we sat with one seat between us at the bar in Mother Bunch. The bartender overheard and grabbed an extra. He made a quip about how we shouldn’t worry and they had extra.

“You should have less than required so people are forced to interact.”