"That's not necessarily a bad thing. I'd take the local bias over the trendy hot spot of the month," he replied. "They have pasta. Whole grain, if that's your thing. A lot better then that chemically treated crap you've been eating." Even if he had been responsible for the disappearance of leftovers from Nate's fridge.
Eliot pulled up to a stop sign, then swung a sharp left. "The place is supposed to have some of the best bread around too. Homemade. The way the guy was talking, I was beginning to believe he was paid to advertise."
He nodded to the decorated houses they passed. "You know, somewhere like this with the problems they have, trying to make a house seem evil around here seems redundant. It's like Halloween year round here anyway."