In-N-Out

Carmina executes a fairly efficient kick to the groin of my In-N-Out Burger doubting. (Cheese-steaks ain't from Pittsburgh, bitch)! Tommy briefly takes a break from showing pictures of himself to make what I can only assume counts as a valid point at Berkley. I am left holding the limp, lifeless body of my previous post.

With that said, I stand by my lukewarm feelings for In-N-Out. While I don't hate it (and never said I did) I just don't think it's that much better than some of its alternatives. It ain't gourmet. It's fast food, and when you get down to it, that shit is pretty much all the same. There are some that taste better than others, but the difference isn't that extreme. It's likely that if you find one fast food burger tasty you probably find them all at least somewhat delicious because they're all essentially cut from the same mold.

However, I totally get why Carmina defends In-N-Out the way she does. If someone told me Krispy Kreme was the same or better than Dunkin' Donuts, that person would be shived. I know full well that they're pretty much the same. And Krispy Kreme does some things better than Dunkin' Donuts. But I will never like Krispy Kreme as much as Dunkin' Donuts. You know why? Because Krispy Kreme wasn't open at 1 am when I was too high to stand, and needed a dozen donuts to stay conscious. And Krispy Kreme didn't exist in Pittsburgh the night I stuck and killed that homeless man with my car, and needed some coffee and donuts for the 5 hour drive to and from Lake Erie where I disposed of his corpse. The sentimental value of a place wrought from years of memories with friends and family and heinous acts against humanity is powerful, and cannot be touched.

Alas, I still don't see why In-N-Out is so against bacon. I bet if they put bacon on their menu I'd like it there a lot more. And then, Carmina and I could be friends again.