It’s 5:55 on a Tuesday morning and three gentlemen stand waiting for Al’s Breakfast to open – backs against the wall and arms crossed in front of their chests. Even in the low light of the dawning hours it’s easy to see that for these men, the place and the wait is familiar. The door opens and the three men hurry in, choosing their favorite stool amongst the 14 seats at the counter-only restaurant. Coffee cups are quickly filled and the morning begins. Some banter to fill the silence while others enjoy alone time with a newspaper. But the calm doesn’t last and by 6:20 the wait for seating in the small, corridor-cafe has begun.