The order was placed at the counter. Violent steam and a heavy stench of food enveloped the space. Everyone was in a state of mechanized frenzy, while some had dropped out of the order to snatch a bite or a morsel of gossip. It was a place that readily made your acquaintance, never renewed it. There were oil stains on the ceiling, a film of dust mixed with soot on the tables. You might get blackened elbows if you rested them on the makeshift ledge to enjoy your meal.
