At the end of a recent trip to S. Calif I made a quick stop here on the way to airport. What I wasn't able to capture was a pic of me genuflecting in front of the restaurant. This is how fast food should be. Simple. A short menu (burgers, fries, soft drinks & shakes). An impeccably clean restaurant where you could perform brain surgery if you're in a pinch. And the best freakin' fries on Planet Earth made from real potatoes that are peeled, cut and fried on-site.
A generous portion of fries was all I needed before I drove on to the airport. I am sending mental signals/prayers to the In-N-Out gods to start opening chains further east. But for now I'll have to save up for my trips out west, like the next one in a few weeks.
I watched the patrons consume their burger and fries and was almost compelled to shake them by the shoulders and shout "Do you know how lucky you are to have these in your backyard!? Do you thank fate every day for your good fortune!?" But I thought better of it. I don't want to be known as the Midwest Fry Weirdo, but by posting this I'm sure I'm closer to that title.
