He ducked into some tiny Chinatown restaurant where he wouldn't be conspicuous. The waiter came and he grunted and pointed to something on the menu. The waiter's eyes widened a bit, but he said nothing.

After the waiter left, he took a thick slug from his hip flask and watched nervously out the window. He was inturrupted in only a few short minutes by the waiter standing over him with a huge, covered dish.