My most recent visit to the iconic fast food restaurant, In-And-Out Burger, in San Jose, CA reminded me how I was in-and-out of trouble one particular sunny day in Las Vegas ... I love In-And-Out Burger, but none are in the Pacific Northwest, specifically the Seattle area. So it's an absolute foodie treat to consume it, because I'm usually on vacation at some sunny destination that has it. For example, Las Vegas. That's right, Sin City! My crew and I traveled down for our annual "brodown", which always includes at least one stop to In-And-Out Burger. The location of the restaurant is off-off Strip, so that means a pain in the ass to access, the parking lot is not big enough for the demand, and it's popular to boot. Coincidentally, a couple of female co-workers of ours were in Vegas as well. We arranged to meet up there at the In-And-Out Burger. All was well, right? Nope. After we purchased our food, we withdrew to the outside patio area to nosh tough
My observations and thoughts while being a passenger on Spaceship Earth