单项选择题

Mr. Phanourakis was eight-five years old when he said goodbye to his Greek mountain village and took an American ship for the United States. His sons had done well in the restaurant business there and wanted him to spend his remaining years with them.
The old man knew no language except his own. He made his way easily about the foreign ship. When it was lunchtime on his first way on board he found the number of his table on the passenger-list outside the dining room and went straight to it. Together with other passengers, he waited for the chief steward (乘务长) to tell him where to sit.
It was a small table for two. After a few moments his table companion arrived and murmured (低声说) politely, "Bonapetite." Then he took the other chair. Mr. Phanourakis looked at him quickly and smiled, "Phanourakis," he said, carefully pronounced the Greek syllables (音节).
In the afternoon, one of the ship"s officers, who spoke some Greek, asked the old man if he had found anyone he knew. Mr. Pharourakis shook his head and said, "No, the only person I"ve met so far is my table companion. He must be French. His name is Bonapetite -or something like that. "The officer said gently, "That"s not his name. It is a French expression that means good appetite." How did Mr. Pharourakis find his table