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.
