"I hear you there. I basically survived on fast food and bags of chips and funyons since I can remember. It's a wonder I haven't had a heart attack yet," Sam said with a lopsided smile, pulling out Mary's chair for her before sitting down, himself. He wasn't really thinking about manners, but the few he had, he managed to adhere to strongly. Taking a seat facing the door, Sam looked over the menu, which, while having halfassed English translation, made him pull a completely baffled face. "I don't think I've been this confused by a menu since going down to Mexico," he laughed.