Crowley decides he'll throw the angel a bone this time. His eyes dart to the side of the path where a few carts line it. There, steam is rising above a small crowd of people. He nudges Aziraphale with his elbow, then nods in it's direction.

"Over there, dove." he replies, "Shall we try it?"

Admittedly, he is just as eager to try a new culture's cuisine. There seems to be plenty here to enjoy, after all.