I slithered over civil stool bottoms, caroused by chair pegs, ignored tarps of dressed tables, got faster when it became open space, and bemused myself to a boombox. There, I turned it on with my Tail, and crunk the music [Venom Venom - Rocket From The Crypt]. "I want a Menu!" I YELLED. 

It appeared to me, there at the floor. I took my time looking for something.