Andy had an unfortunate incident involving precipitate ingestion of very hot cocoa. This has now gone down in legend as the Flaming Chocolate Incident. He does not have any wounds to show, so it was less exciting than it was a bit of a damper. He perked up when the Hebrew National hot dog arrived, though.
Chris had a Reuben (of course!) and I had a Rachael (in this case, a Reuben with pastrami instead of corned beef). Both sandwiches scored very highly (see the review). I also enjoyed an egg cream. YUM!
The afternoon was full of more driving. We made it to Birmingham at about 4:00, and headed straight for Vulcan Park, home of the world's largest cast iron statue-of, of course, Vulcan. However, there was a big festival going on in the park, so we couldn't really get out. We were forced, therefore, to leave with only having snapped a few hasty portraits of...his hindquarters, which were less covered than you would expect for someone working around a hot anvil all day.