For 31 years, the 13 red leatherette-topped stools at Cascone's Grill have been the best spot in town to see poetry in motion: the men of the Cascone family cooking eggs, hash browns and yellow pancakes on the sizzling grill while their sisters do a dozen tasks at once, from pouring steaming cups of java out of the big, stainless three-spigot coffee urn to pulling wedges of whipped cream pies from behind the glass doors of the refrigerated display case. Once the doors open at 6 a.m., there's real theater on both sides of the curvy counter, with the regulars coming in for coffee and conversation (sports and politics, mostly) and a side dish of marinara sauce to spoon over Italian sausage or to use as a dipping sauce for a buttered slab of Italian toast. Customers wait in line on crowded Saturday mornings during the height of the City Market season, so it's easier to grab a stool on weekdays. But the Cascones plan to move their diner across the street by the beginning of 2003. "We'll have even more stools in the new place," George Cascone says.