Ennis leads the way to a joint he and Jack used to stop at. Admittedly, it were more of a bar. But that was more Ennis and Jack's thing--drinkin. He and Fred's thing could be eatin.
Not that he and Fred had a thing.
"Well, they got bar-food an' the like," he answers, already halfway down the not-too-busy street, jacket half-shrugged on.