You don't make friends with salad...

So after competing in what seemed like some sort of "Burgerthon" since arriving in the states, I did something I never thought I would do, order something from the salad menu. After leaving a night club here in San Fran that I can only describe as the very very ugly sister of Melbourne's Icon Bar from another Galaxy, we dropped in to a late night food spot. I didn't want to do it, but in the famous words of R. Kelly, my mind was telling me no, but my body was telling me yes. A chicken salad was ordered... I've changed...