Tag Archives: In-N-Out Burger
December 1, 2008

Friday’s lunch

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I couldn’t go to California for Thanksgiving and not have In-N-Out, could I?

For Saturday’s dinner, we went to Las Casuelas Nuevas with a dozen or so friends and family members. I had a gigantic margarita, freshly made guacamole, my usual beef taco and cheese enchilada dish, and deep-fried ice cream for dessert. Whenever I leave California I feel like I need to go to detox for overdosing on food.

February 24, 2008

In-N-Out University

In-N-Out University in Baldwin Park

Depending on my GMAT score, this might be where I end up getting my MBA. And ya know, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

In-N-Out University in Baldwin Park
In-N-Out University in Baldwin Park

The In-N-Out University, according to the company’s website, is “where new managers are trained and the In-N-Out formula for success is consistently reinforced.”

I snapped this photo while on a traditional In-N-Out run after being picked up from Ontario airport. The In-N-Out University is located at 13850 Francisquito Ave. in Baldwin Park, the city where In-N-Out Burger was born.

Also, if you stop at the Baldwin Park location, there is a company store located in the same building as the “university.” Here, you can buy all the In-N-Out merchandise that your heart desires, including t-shirts, Fossil watches, beach towels, and Christmas ornaments. I’m not even going to tell you how much stuff I bought there.

Oh, and after checking the “new items” section on the website, you can now buy flip-flops:

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Dudes, as a reminder, my birthday is coming up in a few months.

November 11, 2007

By the time I get to Arizona

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Well, so much for posting every day, but whatever.

I got back from Scottsdale last night around 10:30pm. Returning to DC is always a bit depressing, especially when the temperature has dropped to a level in which flip-flops are no longer feasible, and the bullets continue to fly in your neighborhood. Also, there is no one to clean your room, bring you cappuccino at seven in the morning, or lay out your robe and place chocolates on your pillow. You have to do that yourself.

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Early morning in Scottsdale, as captured by horrible camera phone

Arizona, and especially Scottsdale, reminds me a lot of the SoCal desert where I grew up. Our hotel, situated on a beautiful golf course, could very well have been in La Quinta or Indian Wells. The weather was perfect – sunny and temps in the 80s. We went horseback riding through the desert one afternoon. I used to ride a lot when I was a kid, but can’t remember the last time I’ve been on a horse. The ride itself lasted about an hour and a half, and led us through valleys filled with giant saguaro cacti and across the Verde River, where wild horses lounged on the banks. Admittedly, I felt incredibly city-slickerish riding a horse while dressed in Puma sneakers and a polo shirt, with a Treo repeatedly buzzing in my pocket. It’s a good thing my grandfather, an Oklahoma born, cowboy boot and hat wearing, ranch-owning rodeo participant, was not around to see this faux pas.

While in Arizona, I also learned how to play tabletop shuffleboard in the hotel bar. I even somehow managed to win a few games despite having had seven pints of beer by that time. We ended up playing a bunch of guys from Honeywell, who were also in town for meetings, and I won a home security system off them (which would be quite useful in my current neighborhood – more so that a missile guidance system, anyways). When we moved on to pool, however, I lost both games so our wagers with each other ended in a wash.

The food at the hotel was delicious, but after three days of eating like the bourgeoisie, I started to crave something with a bit more of the proletarian ambiance I am accustomed to. Thankfully, the good people at In-N-Out were kind enough to export California’s finest to the citizens of Arizona:

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No, this was not all just for me

We stopped at In-N-Out on the way to the airport. I got my usual double double, fries, and chocolate shake.

Yeah, life in the energy industry is rough, I tell ya.

October 30, 2007

The infamous In-N-Out 100×100

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100 meat patties, 100 slices of cheese, 19,490 calories. Yes, someone did order a 100×100 (at an In-N-Out in Vegas back in ’04) and managed to document the entire process, with plenty of photographs.

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Only 21 days until I am back in California. Not that I’m, uh, keeping track or anything.

January 2, 2007

The Last Supper


Er, breakfast really. Before heading to the airport, we hit up In-N-Out at 10:30am so I could have a quick fix before I flew back to DC.


The usual: #1 with onions

(Gerald and Betty Ford, BTW, used to frequent this very In-N-Out, god bless ‘em.)

My plane was three hours late leaving Palm Springs, so I missed my connecting flight in Chicago and had to overnight there. Thankfully, American Airlines put me up in the Chicago Hilton and gave me vouchers for dinner and breakfast, which I made sure to use up completely so I could stick it to them.

My flight to DC left around 6am. I was totally out of it this morning, but once I got my venti caramel frappacino courtesy of American Airlines, the caffeine started flowing through my veins and I was ready to go. Thank you, Starbucks.

Tomorrow: a picture heavy “fun with firearms” post, as I FINALLY put my Mosin 1891/30 through its paces.