A Table Big Enough for the World

The World Cup is here, spread across North America for the first time. It is the largest gathering on the planet, and for the next few weeks it’s practically in our neighborhood. The lucky part is that you don’t need a ticket, or even a host city, to be in it. You need a table and a reason to fill the chairs around it, and the tournament has handed you both.

The first thing worth planning around is the clock. With the matches on home soil, the kickoffs land at civilized hours for once — no bleary overseas alarms — and they’re spread right across the day, from late mornings through prime-time evenings. That’s a gift, because it lets you pick your party. Maybe it’s a long brunch that drifts into a match, maybe a backyard afternoon that stretches toward dinner, maybe a late happy hour built around a marquee night game. Plan for the long haul rather than a tidy two-hour window, and the rest mostly takes care of itself.

The trick the happiest hosts use is to stop carrying the whole thing themselves: make it a shared effort. Even more, have everyone adopt a country. Draw them from a hat for a few dollars each, or just let people claim the teams they love, and the deal is they bring that nation’s dish (and its tasty beverage, if it’s that kind of night) and root for them the rest of the way. Suddenly the quietest guest at the table is hollering for Uzbekistan because they’ve got five bucks and a plate of samsa riding on it. Lean on make-ahead dishes and build-your-own spreads so you’re watching the match instead of working through it, and swing past a Saturday farmers market on the way for the freshest table on the block.

Not sure what, exactly, Curaçao eats? That’s half the fun. Here’s a starting dish for all 48 nations in the field. One per country, leaning towards foods that work better in a group setting (yep, no haggis here!), enough to point anyone toward a recipe and a grocery list:

One conspicuous absence from that list: Italy. The four-time champions failed to qualify for the third World Cup in a row this spring, so if anyone turns up to your table in an Azzurri jersey, be gentle. They’re having a decade.

Pick a few, or go all in. Because the match is the occasion, but the table is what you’ll remember. It’s all about who was there, what you ate, how long after the final whistle everyone stayed. We start with relationships and let the rest follow, and a summer afternoon with the whole world playing in the background is about as good a reason to gather as the calendar gives. Set a longer table. Leave room for one more.

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