Well, it was a thought. Tony was a guest here, he reminded himself, and so he would enjoy the local hospitality with a grateful smile, even if he had to forgo fine dining for an upscale destination with highly mature alliteration. Honestly, he wouldn't be getting that kind of poetry at Momofuku, he should have been impressed. And despite all of its unique charm, Tony was actually glad to be confronted with its sign by the time they reached it; the first Iron Men that greeted them outside almost made him jump out of his skin. What the fuck? Were those S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Tony barely got to slow down to pay them any close attention as Nick marched on, and, now much less willing to venture forth completely on his own after that sight, Tony didn't wait for him to march all the way out of sight. He kept close on Nick's heels, or as best he could while glancing around and staring after every armor that drifted into sight, hardly hearing anything Nick either said to him or barked into his phone.
Big Jim's was the least of Tony's problems. He needed to talk to his doppelganger. He needed to get out of here. He needed some intel. "Hey, uh..." he tried, only to trail off as the musk of strip club distracted him from forming a very delicate request. This was going to be a challenge. "Let me get some drinks."