Amen and Truth!
Dinner, really all meals, unless there was a sleepover or something uncommon, were taken together during my youth.
And when I married it was a point of contention to overcome as my wife was raised in a bleu collar family with auto worker parents (so meals were catch as catch can and almost exclusively TV or bedroom affairs) but eventually I won that small war (one of my few victories) and we eat together and talk.
Our daughter, a rather angry and bitter 23 year old these days but I assume that's just a face she's wearing to express her contrariness, more or less shocked me when she handed me a college exam paper about three weeks ago... creative writing class and she had to write about traditions.
My mouth nearly smacked the floor when I read nearly four paragraphs on how our family takes meals together *AND* she feels lucky to do so based on empirical data showing the sharp decline in such things.
I hugged her after reading it, and of course she had to ruin it by mumbling aloud, "I lied while writing all that."
Asshole.