Now he was in investigative mode. Couldn't be French, as that was carried over to his neck of the woods of Louisiana. Hmmm...

"Let's see... Italian would be up your alley- complexities of flavor and differing textures without relying on sweetness. ...Ooh! Thai. Thai's good. Indian. Chinese." After taking a seat, he leaned his chin upon a palm and worked on thinking.

Then he giggled, and his face slid off his palm. Thunk. Forehead to the countertop. Let's just rest here for a minute now that the adrenaline had left his system.

But he raised a finger, voice muffled from his position. "Ssssszechuan! ...The spicier the better..."