The Great Pancake Stakeout
It seemed like every other dusty, forlorn diner along the byways of America, but they'd eaten there a bunch in the past couple days, so Jay knew the food was way better than you usually got in these places. Especially the pancakes. Kay recommended them the first day, though it was almost midnight, and the first bite made Jay's eyes roll back in his head. Still, beyond the unnaturally high quality of the breakfast goods, Jay couldn't see a damn thing about the place that warranted this level of scrutiny.
Then again, they weren't actually watching the diner. They were watching the men.