»In which we do'n't even finish

The Return of The Big Burger beats their previous six-pound monster. And I, who kicked the Big-ass Burger's ass (and have the t-shirt to prove it), am disgusted, disgusted I say.

On the other hand, I ate about a pound and a half of tuna poke for lunch today. Yowza.

Customers who can finish the burger in less than five hours win a cash prize, a T-shirt and have their name posted on the pub's wall of fame. Not to mention the burger is free.

I did'n't pay for the burger at State St., at least not with cash. I think I paid for it when I realised that I still had about 25k of cycling before I would hit that evening's camp site.