12/07/2026
Last night, around an Indonesian table prepared by Maya, we ate, talked, and eventually found our way into a question that grew from a reflection I shared on the things we carry with us: what do we carry that we never consciously pack?
The conversation was a little messy. It drifted, perhaps fittingly. We understood the question differently, lost the thread, found another one. But maybe that's part of sharing a table: conversation doesn't always need to arrive neatly somewhere.
Thank you, Maya, and everyone who joined us.
Next, How We Dine Is How We Live — Summer Tables takes us to Syria, with Farah.
For this next table, I've been returning to another story from my ongoing reflections, From Postcolonial to Post-Soviet: A Personal Journey. A story about being served a plate of burnt, cold fries in a Vilnius restaurant, being dismissed when I complained, and the moment something in me simply refused to keep shrinking.
Towards the end of that reflection, I wrote about the joy of refusal. The joy of being too much. The joy of no longer making yourself small so others can stay comfortable. It has made me think differently about our next theme:
Still — to share food is to celebrate life.
Not celebration because everything is fine. But the stubborn choice to still gather, still make space for one another, and still insist on being fully present.
We'll see where the table takes us this time.
When: July 18th, 6.30 pm
The table is open.
Registration: https://luma.com/4wwavwxp