Near me was a young couple who I recognized were speaking to each other in French, and who in fact looked to me somehow French, once I realized that is what they were. When the waitress stopped at their table, to take their order, I paid attention to how they interacted with her. The young man wanted to know how his eggs could be prepared, and the waitress described the options for him in a pleasant and unhurried way, as if she too had recognized that he and the girl were French, or anyway were foreign, and wanted to exhibit a special patience with them.