They stopped at a Mom n Pop Diner, with vendibles for every taste, according to a dot matrix script menu taped to the inside of the front door, so long as everyone wants Beef Steak, Beef Burgers or Beef Chilli, Meat Balls or Beef Sausages, and Hyman asked the gnarled old Pop behind the counter: "do you have a vegetarian menu?" and the guy grunted: "what's that?" to which Hyman, giving the impression of being rather au mieux with the guy, or more probably, his type of guy, said: "for folks who don't eat meat," at which Pop scratched his head, looked over his shoulder as if to check that Mom wasn't eavesdropping, then muttered: "you don't eat meat?" and Hyman laughed expansively, warmly, and replied: "well, of course I eat meat, but some of the ladies might not," and seemingly for the first time the old guy noticed the group standing behind Hyman: "they with you?" so Hyman looked over his shoulder and evinced some surprise: "are you all with me?" and by a show of hands, nods and a couple of surly scowls, they all indicated that, indeed, they were which, Hyman accepted and said, "we've been on the road for hours, in one car, and we all came in here so, I guess, you could say, scilicet: they are indeed with me!" the old man scratched his chin this time, before asking: "do any of them not eat meat?" and this time Hyman didn't even turn round, just spoke sideways: "any you gals vegetarian?" and it was Rose Mitnick who said: "depends what's on the vegetarian menu!" so Hyman leaned towards his new best friend and in a confidential tone asked: "what's on the vegetarian menu?" and the old guy winked and called behind the hatch: "Sally! whadda we got for vegetarians?" and a deeper voice replied: "anythin they want that's on the menu, just without the Meat!"