"...Did you hav' ta pick dat face?" Remy muttered, giving a dramatically disappointed sigh, "S'hard ta pay attention to da girls with you like dat." It was hard with him there period. Even before finding out the man was his father...Sinister just seemed to refined for a place like this, filling Remy with an uncomfortable feeling.
The cheese fries and burgers weren't quite to his taste either, not compared to some good Cajun cooking, God, he missed that. He needed to take a trip back home. No one made it right outside of Louisiana. But the fries would do. He didn't order his own, but planned to pick off from Sinister's.