"Sure, why not?" Kon said with a shrug. "'When in New Metropolis,' as they say."

Well, somebody probably said it at some point, anyway. Either way, whether Sam had any further protests or not didn't matter too much to Kon—he'd already managed to grab someone's attention and let them know exactly what they wanted: everything (plus Sam's namesake drink, he couldn't forget that). Of course, the waiter (some kind of alien that he didn't recognize) was a little startled by that kind of order, but it was taken nonetheless. And when it asked, "Anything else?" Kon looked over to Sam.

"What do ya think? That sound good?"

Like he ever had any choice in the matter.