The hype was right. At 32, I had my first In N Out experience. All you west coasters are right to be uppity...their burgers are hands-down the best fast-food burgers out there.
I had tried to go to In N Out while I was in San Diego in December, but there aren't any there. When I went to Arizona in March, "eating an In N Out burger" was first in my list of things to do. I almost didn't get to! We were only in Phoenix one day because of the rain storms (wtf, right?) and then went to Sedona. Where there are no In N Outs. On the way back from Sedona (the only day of sunshine was the day we flew out), I frantically searched Yelp, 4Square, Google Maps, and the In N Out website to find one that was on the way to the airport.
This is it! "It" meaning the closest In N Out to the Phoenix airport if you're coming from the north.
My double double was perfectly cooked, had exactly what I wanted on it (and nothing I didn't want), the cheese was gooey and delicious, and the fries were very fresh. I only wish I hadn't had to wolf the food down to make my flight. I chanced missing my flight to eat this burger. What a sad fat-kid moment that would have been.