Families and couples ate beside college-age friends, some at a long communal table.
When a guard slid a food tray into his cell, he ate beside his bed, like a lawyer eating at his desk.
He likes to sit on the floor, with his legs crossed and his propane torch within reach, his cigarettes and something to drink or eat beside him.
After touring the grounds, stop by the cafe for paninis and salads that can be eaten beside the cool fountain that anchors this garden.
In winter, visitors can eat beside the log fire in the dining room, but go in summer when the garden is open.
Yet this reunion, achieved photographically through measured compositions and a deft use of color, remains an uneasy one: picnickers eat beside heavy industry, sunbathers lie out next to construction sites, and people stroll past piles of urban detritus.
A "black barking dog on a string" lives outside – "the Browns slept and lived and ate beside its barking" – and a clump of spaniels huddles against the front door, unnamed, sometimes tumbling in.
Often served with mustard sauce or butter, they're found in Naples at upscale joints like Truluck's (trulucks.com) but are more satisfying when eaten beside swamp boats and alligators at the humble City Seafood (702 Begonia Street; 239-695-4700) in Evergladesoutheastoftheast of Naples.
It was that desire that occasioned a trip to Berlin this spring: a desire to wander through the city's arty demimonde and to eat beside its residents, to talk smack about video installations and works of string, critics, government grants, gallery dreams, gallery crimes — and then to eat heartily.
Ultimately, a chromatic diet made my work week lunches a lot more exciting, but took way more brain power than I can reasonably dedicate to a dish that gets eaten beside my computer.
