Grapes for Buddha

A fastidious friend of mine got rather
trashed
in a New York sushi bar,
which left him with a terrible case
of the munchies.
Not wanting to fill his already sloshy belly with raw fish,
he found himself foraging from his barstool for simpler food,
when miraculously, within arms reach, he found the most beautiful grapes he'd ever seen
sitting on a backlit jade shelf to his left.
"Grapes!!!" he exclaimed, shoving them in his mouth, six, eight, twelve at a time,
the juice running obscenely down his chin.
"Grapes," the waitress said to him, with the most contemptuous glare she could muster.
"Grapes ... for ... Buddha."
She pointed to a bejeweled golden statue above their heads.
"Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?" he asked desperately.
She raised an eyebrow, and answered with three words:
"Pray ... to ... Buddha"