Men don't really have "guests". They have buddies for football, poker or the man-cave in general. Women have guests. We're trying to show off our recipes. It;'s warm. It's cozy. They are not necessarily friends, but boy can they eat. We beam at them silently, elated by the compliments. They are grateful for the free meal that's better than Denny's or IHop. Of course, in NYC, we all live in tiny apartments. A toilet in a broom closet, A hallway, and a large kitchen. The tub's in the kitchen. " OMG! I love what you did with this walled off corridor!" We put up with it for hawt guys and free speech. But if you take the train North, past Pelham, you'll find a shopping mall and Dennys on the midnight shift.