“You okay with this place?” he asked.
“If it’s got food, I’m good.”
Zach shook his head as he parked. “That’s generally what you find in a restaurant.”
“Okay, let me modify that,” Ben replied as they got out of the jeep. “Given how I used to eat, even a fast-food burger tastes like ambrosia.”
“Got it.”
The place was busy, but they still were able to find a table away from families with rambunctious children. The menu was basic—burgers, meatloaf, fried chicken, and the like—which Ben said suited him. “This way I know what I’m getting.”
“Not big on fancy food with unpronounceable names?”