I have been eating alone for years now; a decade or a couple of years more perhaps. While eating alone at home, all snuggled up, does not count and neither does my won’t-go-out routine in Delhi, all the eating alone time on my trips makes up for it.
There is hardly any difference between solo travelling and otherwise. Or, well, there actually is. While I am quite good at travelling with people, also goats and sheep (true story), there is nothing as calming as a solo trip. Calming even if you take away the cool quotient that people usually associate it with.