By: Connor Lenahan
Last night I touched ground in Los Angeles at around midnight eastern time. The fact that, even in the west coast evening I did not need to don my winter coat was nothing short of spectacular. What was even more amazing was the fact that no less than ten minutes after exiting LAX my family and I were already picking up In-N-Out Burger. That’s how good the burgers are. We all ate before our flight to LA in the first place, but all three children in the family elected for smaller portions knowing that a double double was in our future.
It was worth it. Now, that wasn’t what I ate last night. I ate my food too quickly to photograph it. I’m not exaggerating that. I became a human piranha and skeletonized my burger, despite its lack of a skeletal structure. I was hungry to the point that yesterday all I had consumed by the way of solid food was cheese, crackers, and enough sunflower seeds to fill the entire state of Iowa with floral lush. By the time the burger arrived at my mouth it disappeared in a blur. Anyone that has had In-N-Out will know that this isn’t excessive. Rather it is necessary. That’s how good the food is.
My parents like to spend our vacations going to a number of different restaurants and having sit down meals. This is all well and good, but dammit I spent all that time on the plane so I could get a giant burger and secret menu items. There’s a non zero chance I am going to leave my hotel room close to midnight west coast time tonight to go and find myself a milkshake. My parents will understand. It’s just too good.
Whenever having the debate about east and west coast with regards to geographic superiority, just remember that these burgers get the left coast a free point like the middle of a Bingo card. Maybe they deserve more The point total depends on how many fries are currently in my tummy. This is more than fair.
Until your arrive in Boston, In-N-Out, you shall forever be my west coast mistress.