As a solo traveler, I’ve tackled all sorts of challenges—getting lost in foreign cities, surviving long-haul flights next to armrest hogs, and even pretending to understand menus in languages I absolutely do not speak. But there’s one thing that still shakes my confidence: dining alone at night.

Lunchtime? No problem. I’m sipping my coffee, channeling “mysterious traveler energy,” and looking like I belong in a Hemingway novel. But dinner? That’s when the game changes. Suddenly, the whole world seems to be in pairs or groups, laughing, clinking glasses, and engaging in deep conversations. And then there’s me… aggressively pretending to be busy with my phone while waiting for my food.

When Cologne Put Me to the Ultimate Test

Cologne is beautiful—full of charm, riverside terraces, and an overwhelming number of couples and groups joyfully feasting together. It was in May, and the weather was warm like in the summer, couple and group were mingled and enjoying the warmth of the spring season. And there I was like walking onto the set of a feel-good romantic movie, except I was the only character without a love interest or sidekick.

So there I was, standing in front of a lovely restaurant, hyping myself up. “You’ve got this. You’re a strong, independent traveler who doesn’t need a dining buddy!” And just as I was about to turn around and grab a sad street snack instead…

Enter: The Friendly (and Handsome) Waiter.

Unexpected Plot Twist #1: The Charm of Service

This man—let’s call him Mr. Handsome Hospitality—greeted me with a warm smile, as if I was the most important guest of the night. Instead of tucking me away in a lonely corner, he led me to a prime terrace seat, right in the heart of the action.

Him: “Dining alone? First time in Cologne? Best way to enjoy a great meal is here.”
Me, suddenly feeling empowered: “Yes, my first time in Cologne. Table for one, please. Thank you very much.”

With that confidence boost, I settled in. The menu? Divine. The ambiance? Pure magic. The initial awkwardness? Gone faster than the complimentary breadbasket.

Unexpected Plot Twist #2: The Sisterhood of Solo Travelers

Just when I thought I had mastered the art of looking effortlessly cool while dining alone, two friendly Asian looking ladies at the next table leaned in with warm smiles.

Them: “Excuse us, are you from the Philippines? Traveling alone? Would you like to join us?”
Me, internally: Do I look like a lost puppy?
Also me, externally: “No, I am Indonesian. Thank you, you are so kind, but I’m actually enjoying my solo time.”

They were lovely, genuinely looking out for a fellow traveler. And for a moment, I thought, Wow, the universe really doesn’t want me to feel lonely tonight.

Solo Dining: The Ultimate Act of Self-Love

With a glass of wine in hand, my food arriving in all its gourmet glory, and prime people-watching entertainment, I had a realization: Solo dining isn’t lonely—it’s luxurious.

• I didn’t have to share my food.
• I didn’t have to pretend to like someone else’s dish.
• And best of all? I got to eat at my own pace, soaking in the moment like the main character I truly am.

Before I left, Mr. Handsome Hospitality even gave me a mini tour of the restaurant’s unique painting collection—because why just dine when you can get a side of culture too?

Final Thoughts: The Perks of Being a Lone Wolf (At Dinner)

So, if you ever find yourself hesitating about dining alone, remember this:

• A handsome waiter may just make your night.
• Friendly strangers might remind you that kindness exists.
• And most importantly, you don’t need company to enjoy a great meal.

By the end of dinner, I was full, happy, and feeling like a total badass. Because solo dining isn’t lonely—it’s an act of self-love. And if all else fails? Order dessert. Because when you’re alone, you never have to share.

Bon appétit, fellow solo adventurers!