Six seats · ninety minutes · no photos, ever
A table you sit at from home.
Six strangers who like the same thing, seated at the same hour, for ninety minutes. Bring something to drink. Nobody here is looking for a date, a photo, or your surname.
Take a seat
No signup. Pick a name and go.
Kwame
Chai, third cup
Marta
A very cheap red
Ines
Last night's rice
Tom
Nothing. Forgot.
Ayaan
Water, being sensible
Rosa
A whole pot
Scheduled, not open all day
A table exists at its hour and then it is gone. That is why it is full when you get there, and why there is no empty room to wander into.
The host does the asking
A question every so often, so nobody has to carry the silence. It notices when the table goes quiet, and when somebody has not found a way in.
You are an object, not a face
No photos, no bio, no browsing people. You pick something from the table to sit behind. There is nothing here to lie with.