My Burger, Myself

Jamo's bacon burger blog post brought some strong feelings out of me. First about bacon, then about cheese, then about being friends, then about Jesus. While I personally love a bacon burger (and bacon in general) I also love In-N-Out, and I don't really give a shit that they don't offer bacon. When Jamo said he hated In-N-Out I felt angry, for like a minute, because I felt that Jamo just said he hated me. Like, everyone else said I was cool, and then me and Jamo met at a party, and he was all "meh."

Me and In-N-Out are tight. Like super tight. Once my car broke down in the drive thru and the In-N-Out guys pushed me out of the way. When I used to work nights, I would stop by In-N-Out, and occasionally, get a hot Krispy Kreme while I waited. That’s right, I went through 2 drive thrus for a donut and a hamburger. Yes, it was worth the fat kid shame.

Back in the day, there was no In-N-Out in Daly City. I only got to have In-N-Out when I drove with my Dad to visit my sister in San Luis Obispo or went on the annual back to school shopping trip at Gilroy. The connection with In-N-Out and my family, or more importantly In-N-Out and new clothes, allows me to forgive their lack of bacon and makes me love their food even more.

I guess if I was Jamo, eating In-N-Out for the first time, by myself and in Daly City, I wouldn't like it that much either. However, I would ask Jamo to remember that place in Pittsburgh that all of his friends went to the day after an awesome party with a gnarly hangover. How dope was the food when you're in your pajamas and still drunk at noon? What did the bacon taste like? I bet pretty fucking sweet.

This is probably why I don't like Phat Philly's and think that Tastykakes are pretty crap. I didn't grow up eating it. However, I can get down on an animal style hamburger, with extra raw onions and be back in my sister's 323 Mazda driving on 101. Also it's 1997 and my mom's still alive. So fuck you, your cheesesteaks and your french fry sandwiches.

just kidding, bff 4L!