Gabe half mimicked her and grinned, half expecting at least a punch in the arm for it. He walked ahead towards the front door, pocketing his keys.
"Mexican and a bit of Southern standard" he shrugged. "It's good though, I mean it's not exactly authentic style but it's got an Arizona twist" he said, pushing the door open to let her through first. He might have been a bit of a cheeky ass, but he was a gentleman at heart when it counted.
Inside, there were plenty of open tables. It had a very typical Diner feel to the place with a homely atmosphere.