After some errands, Chris's friends show up. Yes, there are driving through Raleigh and staying with us, even though Chris is actually trying to kill himself on a ski slope somewhere in WV. It was amusing to see the big people in the hobbit house actually.

Well, if 40 degrees, high winds and amateurs doesn't say Disc Golf, then I don't know what does. It was a good thing none of us cared how bad we sucked. I've played worse, but only during the winters in Cincy a few years ago. Ugh. After that, those guys went to play real golf with another friend. Gluttons for punishment.

Now it's time to eat. Already evening, we want to go somewhere where we won't have to wait to long. The Ram's Head it is. Well, it wasn't packed and we should've gotten good service. Except there were only 3 people working and one was working the floor and the bar. Ugh. At several points, OD was fetching our food and drinks for us.

Finally at some point a very large man next to us went to complain to the management. Said manager was then serving food himself. Here again, bigger is better. But kudos to his largeness, for this now got me my egg burger.

As it turns out, the Ram's Head has a funny way of doing burgers. Instead of the normal condiments, you can get weird stuff like mushrooms, salsa, crack and the like on your burger. It says, "up to 4 toppings". Well, one of the toppings was Fried Egg. So then I asked the girl (who was probably 18 and not too bright), if I could get four of the same/ "Sure". Ok, then 4 fried eggs it is. "You're crazy".

Like I haven't heard that before lady. So after about 400 rounds of Short Track Speed Skating, we finally get our food. Well, they do. The manager then comes out and apologizes that mine wasn't done because, "the cook thought you were joking." I don't joke about meat and eggs. Although my friends were expecting my arteries to explode right there, I have to say that was a damn good burger.