Before I moved back home to Florida, I was dead-set on heading west to California. I had been totes over New York for quite a while but was afraid to move because I thought everywhere else would be boring. As for California, well, it just seemed ideal. The people were like-minded, super eco-conscious and progressive, one of my favorite ways to chill was actually recreationally legal, New York winters didn’t exist there, and most importantly — there were In-n-Out Burgers.
As an East Coast gal, In-n-Out was one of those things that I yearned for. Not being able to get it on the reg only made me want it more. I dreamt about their burgers dripping with animal sauce goodness, crispy fresh-cut fries smothered in cheese sauce and topped hot peppers, and a perfectly spun milkshake in my hand. But nah, for some reason, somebody decided to keep it a West Coast thing. And I will never forgive them for that. **insert devil eyes** Continue reading
