This time we went to a probably typical American restaurant, where Bobby demolished the biggest steak I’ve ever seen. Bobby’s way of eating is in no doubt, even for American-informal notions, very unusual. The same unrest, which drives him at jogging speed through the streets, seems to take  him over when he eats. Obvious the permanent hurry cost a lot of energy, so he consumes entire family portions of food and drinks gallons of fluids, almost in seconds. Regrettably he devotes himself during this process simultaneously to his favorite subjects, which for his table partner does not lead to pleasant consequences. Later on with our restaurant visits I mostly wear easy washable clothing in dark shades.