In N Out at last

Last Friday I decided it was time to finally brave the crowds at In N Out. So after a 45-minute cardio workout at the rec, I felt somewhat justified to eat lunch there. And for the record, I made it *in and out* in record time:

12:58pm--I arrived at the end of the line of about 15 cars.

1:00pm--An In N Out worker took my order.

1:10pm--I paid my $5.

1:11pm--An In N Out worker handed me my double cheeseburger (I was hungry) with grilled onions, my fresh cut fries, and my Diet Coke with lemon.

1:12pm--I tore into the deliciousness in the Burlington Coat Factory parking lot. (I apologize to the worker who had to clean up the tomato I threw out the window--I forgot to ask them to hold it.)

The food was well worth the less-than-15-minute wait (which I'm sure would have been even less if I had gone inside).

Welcome to Utah County, In N Out!

**Due to Scott's earlier post claiming that I am an In N Out addict, I feel the need to clarify a little. One of the reasons I like In N Out so much is because the food is fresher, tastier, and less greasy than any other fast food I've tried. And I'm a total sucker for fresh cut fries. But the main reason I love In N Out is pure nostalgia. When I would visit my grandma in Southern California the last few years of her life, she often wanted to eat at In N Out because it was the easiest thing she could eat with her hand tremors. So we'd pick up our burgers and fries and then drive to the beach to watch the surfers while we ate. And we'd always save a few fries to throw to the seagulls. Oh, the memories.