When space is tight ...

Bars in the kitchen are great for sitting at to eat breakfast or lunch, but, in my opinion, dinner needs to be a slower, nicer event. I just can't relax while sitting on a high stool at a bar. I feel as if I have to rush, as if I'm catching a bite in an airport or a bar somewhere.
Until very recently we had no dining table in our Nashville condo ... and then my very-cool mom sent us a black drop-leaf. It's perfect for small-space urban living because, when folded up, it is only 12 inches deep. Take a look. It sits at the end of my kitchen counter. Hardly takes any room at all.
[image error]And looky here, at a small dinner party with our friends Mary Jayne and Steve (Steve, incidentally, is the Official Kansas Correspondent for this blog; he's the guy who sent us the photo of the eyelash on the hotel-room chair)
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Now isn't that better than sitting under harsh light at some kitchen bar? Wine and cocktails were served along with the lamb stew. Wouldn't the meal have been more dangerous if we were sitting on high stools?
Thanks again, Mom.