For now, you'll have to settle for a brief post on the quintessential Southern California burger joint, the In-N-Out Burger.
Here, in all it's glory, is the burger shack.
Say hello to my new desktop background. Yes, I need to buy a drool-guard for my keyboard. No, I haven't yet.
The boys in the back started in on their burgers, each a single cheeseburger combo with onions, and order of fries, and a pop (east coast WV boy, it's pop).
After a few minutes of slurping and gnoshing noises, Karl decided that waiting for me to be able to eat was not a moral imperative. See the results here.
Karl at the end of the pre-burger bite action.
Karl in mid-burger-bite.
And Karl in post-burger-bite-bliss.
Josh made the excellent point that one of the best elements of this fast-food burger was the freshness of the veg. The tomato was juicy and tasty. The lettuce was fresh, crisp, and actually added to the burger.
And if you though I was waiting to get back to the hotel...you're crazy.
This was a cheesy (heh, I'm punny) excursion but well worth the gas. It's a piece of Americana like chicken fried steak in Texas, or clam chowder in New England, or salmon in the Pacific Northwest.
There are little pieces of Americana everywhere, and a few minutes in a drive-thru in LA IS a part of LA. Cars everywhere, drive-thrus to feed the people in them. Reminded me of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
You remember the nefarious plot of the Judge, don't you?