Sometimes class isn't high heels and a slinky black dress...not that I don't look good in it. Sometimes class isn't a martini shaken not stirred...especially with some good Banker's Club gin. Sometimes class isn't a Picasso hanging in a mansion...it could be a LSD induced caricature of your arresting officer on one ply jail toilet paper.
This time class is a double double animal style with freshly cut animal style fries and a small coke. This time class is a chain burger joint that won't over expand and lose the quality.
For those of you who have never truly lived...and by that I mean someone who has never went to In-N-Out Burger...this is the single greatest burger joint in the United States of America...hands down. Sure...White Castle is great and you need something to flush out the evil the next day...but if you aren't looking for some weird burger cleansing ritual than this is the place to go.
The meat is never frozen. The fries are cut fresh all day. The burgers are cooked to order. It takes a little longer, and you will not get in and out very quickly...but class like this isn't done quickly.
I admire In-N-Out because they refuse to compromise their style and you can taste it in every bite. Go. Go as often as possible when you find one.
This is class. This is love. This is living.