after my second-last trip to the us i had to make the painstaking decision to miss getting in-n-out on my way to the airport because i was worried i would miss my flight home. a decision i've regretted ever since. i seriously had recurring dreams about getting burgers and missing flights or attempting to make it but having to abandon mission halfway. on my most recent return to the us i was lucky enough to spend 4 months there which meant dozens of trips to in-n-out all over the south-west but it was the final visit on the afternoon before my 11:30pm flight that was the most satisfying.
the order was simple - 1 double-double, animal style, 1
cheese burger with (onions), and 1 fries, also animal style, and 1 chocolate shake.
it was about 5 minutes of waiting followed by about 10 minutes of unforgettable, inimitable, burger-induced euphoria. i no longer dream of missing out on in-n-out, only of the day i will return to relive the moment once more.