[ Were this a bar, Nate wouldn't feel so comfortable annoying his counter top neighbors with questions, but there's a reason he sought out a restaurant before resorting to a bar. He isn't in the mood to go rubbing anyone the wrong way by accident, and judging by the menu he won't run the risk of encountering the drunk and disorderly types unless they're here for the express purpose of sobering up. ]

A ringing endorsement.

[ He quips, raising his eyebrows. He manages to flag a server down and nods to the drip coffee near the kitchen door before extrapolating. ]

...sorry for interrupting your thinking, but I- uh, just got here, so. Trying to get my bearings.