Beats me why anybody would go to California and not head straight to the first In-N-Out Burger you can find. My son tells me it’s really a cult – and he’s not just talking about the food. In-N-Out Burger has the distinction of paying its personnel significantly more than minimum wage. They’ve also been known to publish Bible verses on their wrappers and bags. (No sign of them on our visit, however) There’s even a ‘secret’ menu of things not on the list but it’s pretty easy to find online at http://www.in-n-out.com/secretmenu.asp In-n-Out is not a franchise but instead owns all its own stores – somewhere near 240 of them, all in the West. So we headed over to the nearest one which, coincidently, is pretty close to Irvine, where the family-owned company is headquartered.
In-N-Out Burger is very true to its name. You drive in, you drive out. There’s nowhere to eat inside the place. It’s all given over to Burger making. There about three little round tables stuck up against some bushes in the parking lot where you can enjoy your burger and the exhaust fumes from the cars lined up to place their orders. We got in and out and took our burgers to a park and had a really nice little picnic, as you can see.
We took our youngest food critic with us. I must tell you how proud I am to have an omnivore in the family. Our boy, Mason, will eat anything and he appears to like an incredible variety of foods. I’ve seen him eat Tacos with hot Salsa Verde, Kiffeh and Kabobs at our favorite Lebanese restaurant in Long Beach, and he is quite the connoisseur of the French fry. I would have to say In-N-Out Burger is not about the fries. They’re fine but it’s the Double Double Burger I crave. What a burger! Double meat and double cheese. A beautiful California tomato and whole leaves of lettuce. It really gives Shake Shack a run for its money—actually at $2.99 it whacks the Shake Shack on price alone.
Our critic is seen here with his plain Cheeseburger. He certainly approaches it with a certain gusto. He bites into it. He takes his first taste. Does he like it? We may have to wait until he says more than
“Hi”, “Bye” and “Truck” to find out. And although I don’t have a photo to prove it, he ate the whole thing. Right down to the last bite.