"American food..." She thinks for a minute and something sparks in her memory.  "When I was living with my mother in Nagoya, I saw a movie where there was a diner.  Do you know..." She seemed a little caught in the language and struggled a minute.  "It is difficult sometimes; diner, dinner, sometimes these words throw me off the boat.  You understand the diner?  With-" she gestured with her hands, making a rolling motion.  " the home-made kinds of food, mashed potato and gravy, uh- meatloaf, I think?"<br/><br/>She laughed, a little embarrassed.  "I'm sorry, I am making a fool of myself.  It look like someplace I've never tried before.  Are you interested?"  They reached the entrance and broke out into the large tunnel leading to the open streets outside, full of people.