Posted on March 13, 2006 in Eating
We arrived at five thirty, hoping to miss the Sunday evening crowd and ran into a Sunday evening crowd. A large party, probably without reservations, took over a line of tables down the middle of the pizzeria and refused to move while they gathered around three children — two boys and a girl — who participated in some kind of contest that involved coloring. Mothers and fathers clapped. Brothers and sisters gaped in boredom. And smaller parties lined up at the door. We settled for a booth near the door. We ordered after the roving circus settled down, ate our ravioli and clam linguini after the contest, and left before the crowd moved on.
Some yuppies who didn’t think that maybe the restaurant wasn’t suitable for this kind of event; who didn’t consider how many people their party would displace.