Trattamento Preferenziale

Back in the late nineties, my then-boyfriend and I were spending a tourist weekend in the Bay Area, and ended up in Carmel around dinner time. We found a cute Italian restaurant that obviously had a wait. Having spent two years in Italy, I went up to the desk and asked:

Me: “Quanto sarebbe l’aspeta per due, per favore?” *How long would the wait be for two, please?*

We were seated at a window table immediately.