Chapter 11Arriving in the parking lot of the first roadside restaurant we saw, I asked Isaac, “How long have you been in the States?”
“Long enough to know that this so-called restaurant is nothing near healthy as far as their food is concerned.”
Aziz was trying to find a parking spot. “You’ve tasted some of their delicacies then?”
He finally found a slot some ways from the entrance. The lot was almost full.
“Yes, mate, I have, and they still don’t serve fish.”
“Fish? Did you say fish?” Mark chuckled, climbing out of the van after Isaac. “If you expect to see kippers on any menus around here, you’re out of luck, man.”
“I gathered that.” Isaac smiled at Mark. “Perhaps they serve nougat in this town.”
We turned to stare at him, obviously not understanding what he meant.
“Why, it wo
