A few months back, Brownie was in Atlanta and thought it was funny to tell me about the wonderful fried chicken she was eating. Revenge is a dish best served cold, or, in my case, smothered in cheese and animal style.
I finally came face to face with the one, the only, In-N-Out burger. It was 115,000 degrees out, but heat couldn't deter me. When I finally made it up to the front of the line, I heard boys around me say "Animal style, animal style." I usually leave 'animal style' for the bedroom, but I had to know what this was and how many things I could get it done to. I asked my cashier who informed me that it involved onions, lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles among other things. I sort of zoned out after the onions part and kept saying 'yes.' Brownie, if you ate red meat, I'd tell you to immediately get on a plane, and get thee to an In-N-Out, but since you don't, I'm going to tell the Bobos to get out here and eat burgers with me. My God, that was delcious.
The fries weren't any better than the Golden Arches fries, but they were decent. The chocolate shake was wonderful though, not too sweet, not too thick (I'm actually not a fan of trying to suck the hell out of things.)
The burgers though are reason enough for me to keep hitting up In-N-Out until it's time for me to come home. They're fresh, made to order, and take me one step closer to the grave. I don't think it's better than Shake Shack, but it's a definite top three in my book. More to come, Brownie.
PS I'm sitting by the pool with some guy buying me drinks and telling me about my silky hair, jealous much?
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