Second course: Hot dog & sauerkraut
The gyro draws unwanted attention to my section, so I hunker down for the next act, during which Favreau gets fired, moves to Miami, and buys a food truck off Robert Downey, Jr. This feels arbitrary and contrived, as though the filmmakers didn't even bother to bake in a transition between Act I & II.
Randomness makes me hungry, so while Favreau & Co. perfect El Jefe's bocadillos (that's the food truck's name, because he's "the chief". Get it?), I break out my heavy-hitter: an NYC dirty-water dog with shredded kraut. At this point, girlfriend is reconsidering her life choices. By its unmistakable odor, everyone in the theater knows I'm eating a weiner.
Takeaways: Like balut, RDJ's role is frightfully underdeveloped. Twitter's pervasive role as a plot mechanism becomes laughable. On the other hand, the hot dog is excellent.