Description on a busy eating place?

Answer 1

As we drew nearer to the coffee shop, the noise that came from it grew increasingly louder. Upon entering the coffee shop, we were greeted by the sight of a crowded eatery. In the morning, this place would usually be more or less empty, but come night time, it was a totally different atmosphere. Tables were all fully occupied so we had no choice but to stand around and wait for someone to clear the table. After a somewhat long wait, we were finally able to find a table and we immediately settled down.

My father gestured to the waiter for his attention and we ordered our usual. Other waiters in the coffee shop were either attending to the customers or serving food. Occasionally, a waiter would walk past our table, carrying food skillfully in one hand, allowing the smell of the tantalizing food to waft in the air, and this made us even hungrier. As I looked around, I could see other dinners walking around the stalls with their heads tilted upwards to look at the stall's menu. At each stall there was a queue, with the more popular stalls having a longer queue. The lines were considerably neat and straight, but once the queue exceeded the boundary that had been marked, the queue started to become messy, so much so that it became impossible to tell who was queuing for which stall. In the stalls, the cooks were busy preparing the food that had been ordered. Perspiration could be seen accumulating on their foreheads, and just when it seemed the droplet of sweat would fall into the food, the cooks would use a towel hanging around their neck to wipe it off.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of loud, uncivilized laughter and I shifted my position in the direction of the laughter, so as to see who it was coming from. As expected, it came from a group of men situated at the far back of the coffee shop. Two of them had their legs placed on the table. On the table were half a dozen bottles of Tiger Beer, some of which were already emptied of their contents. The men were chatting over glowing cigarettes, puffing out clouds of white smoke as they spoke. I turned away in disgust.