At five-fifteen in the evening I stood at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Carroll Street in Park Slope.
A few moments before I had glanced into the doorway of al di la Trattoria (248 5th Avenue), asking a gentleman who was standing there as well whether they were open -—- they were not, though he and his friend would be the first persons seated once the doors would open.
I took a step back from the entrance and looked into the restaurant once more. The seven or eight people who were dining at the table closest to the doorway were not patrons, but staff, enjoying the last few moments of calm and stillness before dinner would be prepared and served.
We waited thirty minutes and a line continued to form behind us. By the time the doors opened at a a quarter till six, each of the tables were filled.
Later I ordered the risotto with a side of potatoes; an affogoto followed. Both were worth the wait.