It’s a long stairway, and halfway up, the stairs turn into a fire escape. At the top, there’s a door with a muscly bald man guarding the entrance. All the way down are people. Lower the stairway goes, until the late arrivals on the first steps. Bored of waiting, someone makes a suggestion. They abandon their spot and go to the diner next door for all night breakfast. A waitress comes over and seats them. Her stress level is palpable. She doesn’t have time to stand in lines at the bottom and debate over breakfast. She remembers all their orders without writing anything down.