Share a meal with someone

“So I paid for the men’s plate and I had a slice of pizza for myself and proceeded to sat down with the men. The manager was furious and talking saying that it would hurt his business to have homeless people eat at his restaurant. [...] So to make the story short, I ate with this men, wish him well and said that God loves him! He was crying in joy and told me to bless my heart because It was the first time in a long time that someone sees him as a person and share a meal with him. His tears were so painful to watch & I could see how alone he felt inside.”

“My first experience dining with unfamiliar faces occurred in Tbilisi, Georgia, nearly a year ago and I've been hooked ever since. Why? Because eating at someone's house is real — it's homemade food made by average Joes like me who usually have a soft spot for playing board games after dinner. It's meeting families and learning traditions and making friends to keep in touch with well beyond your meal. It's a world away from the skip-the-line ticket at the Vatican and I'm in love with it.”