The great chefs of the world are not good people, and a bargain must be struck in order for their total masochism to be transformed into subsistence. Rather than fire bomb a small village, they channel sinister flavor into fare that must only be regarded as the utter evil it is. With great respect for their dark position and the balance that must be struck in these halls of pabulum, we shall selflessly fling ourselves into the Raleigh food leviathan to do battle with the great and lesser sorcerers of local sustenance.