So I am walking to the Warbler to get liquored up--I mean get a bite to eat. The Warbler Burger was about a pound and a half of beef---mmmmm- anyway, I come around the corner and there is this huge line of Arabs waiting to get in. So I look at it and I'm thinking--nah, I'm not waiting. Then I hear--"Yo! Yank--Come on up mate--you don't need to wait behind that rabble." So in I go (immediately transported to England--teak, walnut, fireplace etc) and the place is mildly busy--but not packed. Cracked me up, the wanted it just the way they wanted it and who cares about the "rabble"