We took our victuals to the car where we could shame eat in peace; behind a sun shade that left no peering eyes to find us and air conditioning because we’re in a small car in late August eating donuts and rice dogs with more fervent energy than a toddler on a sugar rush. Hot Chip and Com Truise supplied the soundtrack.

We were comped a broken slice of 'Dulce de Leche Banana Cream Pie' from our waiter, who either grabbed what was left in the pie tin, or so haplessly cut the piece out of urgency to see us leave that he would had better wanted us to not 'Eat Pie' as both the menu and glaring neon from the restaurant's dessert carousel suggests.