Arnold Schwarzenegger tweeted a video of himself on March 15 saying: “No more restaurants.” Seated in his palatial kitchen with two miniature horses, Whiskey and Lulu, beside him, the former

California governor pronounced: “We don’t go out, we don’t go to restaurants. We don’t do anything like that any more.” The immediate prompt for the video was, of course, the coronavirus

pandemic, spread most easily by human-to-human contact. As a public health measure, mayors of New York, Seattle, Denver and many other cities and states have ordered restaurants to switch to

delivery and pickup service only. Celebrity chefs David Chang and José Andrés were fast to close up shop. Starbucks no longer allows access to seating. In my book, “The Invention of the

United States as a welcoming country survive without them? 1918 VERSUS 2020 During the 1918 influenza epidemic, restaurants were actually one of the very few public spaces to be kept open,

regardless of other closures. Some cities held major public events despite the crisis. In Philadelphia, the “Liberty Loan” parade was held as planned, attracting a crowd of 200,000; less

than a week later, all of the city’s hospital beds were full. St. Louis, in contrast, was an early exemplar of social distancing: The city closed schools, churches and other venues where

people gathered in large numbers. It effectively kept flu cases to a minimum and “flattened the curve.” But neither Philadelphia nor St. Louis closed restaurants. In Chicago, football games,

wrestling matches – anything considered “public amusements” – were all banned, but restaurants were allowed to operate as long as they offered neither music nor dancing. Washington, D.C.

shut schools, stores and public meetings, but left cafeterias and restaurants open. Dozens of restaurants in the city even agreed to offer a shared, limited menu to ensure that office

workers could feed themselves for under a dollar a day: “Prunes, cereal, toast, coffee—30 cents; Ham, cheese, tongue, salmon, or egg sandwich—10 cents; Soup, meat or fish, potato or rice…”

In 1918, when many city dwellers lived in boarding houses and kitchenless studio apartments, restaurants were seen as vitally necessary for continued wartime functioning. They were sites of

social solidarity. In the days of COVID-19, in contrast, restaurant-going is partisan politics. When Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez took to Twitter to encourage social distancing, the

one-time Ms. Nevada State, Katie Williams – a school board candidate in Las Vegas – tweeted back: “I just went to a crowded Red Robin … Because this is America. And I’ll do what I want.” For

Ocasio-Cortez and many others, restaurants are chiefly public spaces – places where people congregate. Williams reply asserted that restaurants may be public, but the appetites they satisfy

are private and personal. She wanted sweet potato fries and it was nobody else’s business if she had them. WHAT RESTAURANTS OFFER Are restaurants private or public? The tension between

these ways of thinking erupted two years ago as well, when protesters took to heckling administration figures when they went out to eat. Ever since they first emerged in 1760s Paris,

restaurants have, paradoxically enough, been public places where people go to be private. To sit at their own tables, to eat their own food, to have their own conversations. Restaurants are

on the front line in fighting the pandemic today, because they are one of the few sites left where strangers might regularly come into contact with one another. Ride-sharing apps have taken

people off mass public transport. The “Retailpocalypse” brought about by online shopping has been underway for years, shuttering brick-and-mortar stores and bringing department stores to the

brink. The National Restaurant Association estimates the industry employs some 15.6 million people. All of those jobs are now on the line, and employers at risk of bankruptcy and permanent

closure. A WORLD WITHOUT RESTAURANTS? The coronavirus pandemic might be the end of restaurants as we know them. That should be a cause for sadness and concern not just among foodies and

Michelin-star chasers, but for anyone who thinks capitalism and participatory democracy might actually go together. Since the 18th century, the Western world has been built around multiple,

imperfect and only partly compatible forms of public life. One kind of public is the market: goods available to anyone willing to pay. Restaurants in this understanding are clearly public in

a way that private clubs and dinner parties are not. Another sense of public – “public broadcasting,” for instance – hinges on a common goal and state support. These are characteristics of

food relief programs, but not of restaurants. Many in Enlightenment-era France, where modern restaurants first appeared, believed the two kinds of public-ness were consistent with each

other. Markets would expand to satisfy private appetites, and from that would come public benefits: jobs, commerce, coexistence. Restaurant-going has historically been an experience through

which people learned to coexist as strangers. As one American remarked in the 1840s, “It really requires some practice… but these [Paris] restaurant dinners are very pleasant things when you

are once used to them.” Praising the cuisine and décor, she was struck most forcefully by the simple act of eating dinner in a room where others did the same. To be one of the people in

that space is to make a claim about belonging in society. Remember that a century later, the civil rights movement sit-ins began at a lunch counter. The self-styled “inventor” of

restaurants, Mathurin Roze de Chantoiseau, often signed himself, “The Friend of All the World.” Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin’s “Physiology of Taste” describes sitting down to dinner as

“gradually spread[ing] that spirit of fellowship which daily brings all sorts together.” These claims have never been fully realized, but for the past 250 years they have provided consumer

culture with a plausible alibi: that it gets people what they want or need. If the pandemic leaves Americans with nothing but ghost kitchens and GrubHub, we will have abandoned those goals

and lost one of the few remaining spaces for coexistence in our fractured country. I, for one, hope that restaurant service has been interrupted rather than terminated.