It’s a tale as old as time. You go out for dinner with some friends. Two. Three. Four or five. Maybe more. Maybe they’re not even friends. They could be people you work with. Old school chums.
DEAR MISS MANNERS: What’s happened to mealtime conversation? We have friends who are perfectly capable of talking about all kinds of interesting subjects, but only so long as there is no food in front ...
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