Ianto wasn't sure how something could qualify as a 'slushy, kind of', but he wasn't going to ask and make himself look like an even bigger fool than he already had. He was just going to have to wait and see what it was, when the waitress inevitably came back with their order. America was so weird.

And then it came to him. "Shit," he said, kicking himself for not remembering about the differences in fry culture in the United States and chip culture in Britain, "d'you think hey have vinegar, here?"