"It isn't any fried chicken, but it's about the next best thing you'll find here," he said, gesturing them back towards the street and eventually back into his car. She wouldn't get the joke, that he was hungry for fried chicken, but he amused himself anyway.

Twenty minutes later, they were sat at a table and having hot food set in front of them.

"Told you there's no taking this stuff away in styrofoam. It'd be an offense." The man was serious about his biscuits and gravy.