But the hall was crammed.

There was a thundering big swarm inside; people at all the tables, people in the middle, people up above, quite an amount of flesh.

Yes, those who cared for tripes could enjoy themselves.

When they had made the round twice without finding a vacant table, they decided to remain standing and wait till somebody went off.
Coupeau was teetering on his legs, in a dirty blouse, with an old cloth cap which had lost its peak flattened down on his head.

And as he blocked the way, he saw a scraggy young fellow who was wiping his coat-sleeve after elbowing him.
"Say!" cried Coupeau in a fury, as he took his pipe out of his black mouth.