Skipping out of NC to Greenville, SC, the bus left us at the Greyhound station at about 11:30 PM the same day. Duke picked us up and we spent the night at his parents’ place. Before going to bed I decided to make my my-world-famous omelette. Left with fridge freedom, I threw in onions, sausage, salsa and cheese, and carrots. To me, adding carrots to an omelette filling is not weird, it’s not. That didn’t stop everyone laughing at the idea through to the next day. After a really, really welcome lie-in, we went to Mojo’s.
Mojo’s is a burger joint that distinguishes itself from Five Guys in the following ways: a) their onions rings are huge, b) the meat isn’t as good and the use more sauce and c) they try to kill you. It’s not really fair to say they actually try and kill you; it’s more a matter of assisted suicide. The regular portions are the usual American fare, a bit on the large side, deliciously filling... the Quadruple Coronary on the other hand is as bad as it sounds. About 5 lb of meat in a 15-odd storey burger, the serving of chips alone would be enough to raise your BMI by five points, double your blood pressure and persuade your liver to move out of the waste remediation business. A hall of shame at the entrance exhibited pictures of those who had tried (and without exception, failed) to down the ultimate meal... the promise on the menu is that anyone who manages to eat the whole thing doesn’t have to pay for it.
Within 6 hours we were back on the bus, set for Tampa, Florida.
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