Before hopping on the train to head to Yuka's shore house, I finally made good on my promise to experience another item off of McDonald's "weird foreign items" menu. Let's hear it for the Club House Mac! (It was exactly like a regular Big Mac except it was topped with a fried egg and a few slices of bacon! Which basically means that if my little brother ever reads this entry, there's like a 90% chance he'll be moving to Japan in the near future).
And despite being totally stuffed with food, I spied a poster for this badboy on the wall, and snapped a pic to remind myself to sample the Club House Mac, Japan's contribution to McDonald's international menu before leaving.
It's okay to eat at McDonald's when you're traveling as long as you order one of the weird local sandwiches that you can't get at a McDonald's in the States.
Hey, hey! Look who's back in town! Woooooo! That's right, well rested from a jaunt in Spain, the Grizza met up with Vin and I at the Chinatown blacktop park to play night frisbee with the new light-up frisbee I got.
We got to North Fork and met up with Fatty and Grant's good friend Aaron Schmidt who had driven up from San Diego to visit with his boys. We dropped our stuff off at the ranch house and by the time we'd driven back into town (around 10pm, mind you) the only place open that was serving food was McDonalds (where the heat wasn't working). Here's us with Aaron "Double A" Schmidt eating and freezing.
After landing in Athens, we had a few hours to kill at the airport before our flight to Heathrow. When we got hungry an hour or two in, we couldn't find restaurants that looked good and in the end decided to go to McDonalds. At first we were bummed - we're in a foreign country and we're forced to eat something patently American. But then we took a closer look at the menu and discovered...
Third Avenue McDonald's: 4am. I used Photoshop to remove that big old dollop of Special Sauce on Vin's face, but the picture just wasn't the same without it - so I put it back in.
