Simple was one way of putting it. Connor had never gotten why people paid thirty dollars for a meal that barely took up the center of the plate when they could pay five for a basket full of fries and a burger. Waste of good money that could be used elsewhere, like a bar tab.
He grinned at his brother's appraisal of the bar. "It doesn't look like a place for it, does it?" He glanced over his shoulder at the bar again, the patrons, the bartender, the waitress pouring their drinks after putting in the order. The place didn't seem like it saw a fight more than once every year and probably nothing more than two guys trying to settle a difference over a game. They could probably start something that would put that to shame.
"Nothing wrong with a quiet night tonight. I haven't heard any good redneck jokes in a while."