Jeanne didn't think this was where she had planned to be, but from the looks of things she could still find a cheeseburger to murder, so she decided she wasn't going to let it bother her just yet.
The type of food found in a hotel bar tended to vary quite a bit, so she looked around a bit more and there it was: an honest-to-goodness railway-car-replica diner. She went in and grabbed a stool at the counter, hooking her knapsack to her knee. Just as she suspected she could practically feel the grease building up in layers on her skin, and they had cheeseburgers and vanilla shakes and plenty of that bright yellow mustard for her fries.
It also had those little jukebox selectors on all the tables and a few on the counter, and after she gave the waitress her order she started browsing through the selections.