Our apartment is old-fashioned, with a kitchen that’s not eat-in but only for cooking, a too-big dining room, a butler’s pantry (where a butler is supposed to be plating our food), and a cozier ‘breakfast room,’ where we end up eating most of our meals.
The table in the breakfast room is beat-up and small. Its surface is chipped, and its chairs bear the chew marks from when our late dog Barkley, a Chesapeake Retriever, was a puppy. When it’s set for four, the place-mats touch. For all these reasons, it’s the place we prefer to dine in with our friends.
Gee, that is one nice table setting you put together ! I’ve been to many homes where the kitchen table is just as you described. Too me, it makes a home—“homey.”
You’re right–people love eating in the breakfast room. We’ve also had guests fall asleep while sitting in our living room–a surefire clue that they’re comfortable and at ease!
When I was a kid, my grandmother’s breakfast room was used ONLY for breakfast; lunch and dinner were always served in the formal dining room. I am lucky enough to also have both rooms in my home, but we rarely use the dining room. I’ve said before, you set a nice table, this one is so colorful. 🙂
So interesting, Janet; I have to admit being drawn to your grandmother’s strict sense of decorum. I kind of like the idea of social rituals that are fixed, though my own upbringing was much more fluid. . . . I have an older friend (now in his 70s) whose grandmother insisted on having a formal luncheon with guests every Sunday, even when the family was supposedly on vacation. They were all supposed to dress and sit at the table for hours, a custom that was not to my friend’s taste. After a week of work, he would much rather have been out playing tennis or golfing!
I do love setting a table–one of those household tasks that connects me to the generations and calls up many happy memories–a veritable feast for the heart.