Although you are early, Dante's is full. The maître d' assures you the wait will be no more than half an hour. Four hours later, you are no nearer to being seated, and everywhere else is shut. Except the Rubbery Lump stand in Spite.
By happy chance, a table has just been vacated after someone chose to poison their lover in public. […] The staff are red-faced; this is uncouth behaviour for Dante's. But once the table is upright again […], you settle down to a charming meal.
