In-n-Out Burger in my tummy. Yummy.

Our recent trip to Southern California included the mandatory stop at an In-n-Out Burger, as I had never been, but heard about the chain every time a friend visited California. "It's the best" they all said. And for the most part, it lived up to its mythical fast food God status. It was fresh, it was greasy delicious. And of course, it had ample American cheese, which is always a plus. But the best part, in my opinion, was ordering using the code language devised through years of In-n-Out tradition. I had a double double animal style, which in English means two patties and two slices of cheese with everything, including grilled onions. If you are savvy you can get all sorts of not-on-the-menu treats there, like a Neapolitan milkshake (strawberry, vanilla, AND chocolate), animal style fries (french fries with grilled onions, pickles, and the secret sauce), or a Flying Dutchmen (two meat patties and two slices of cheese and nothing else, not even a bun!).

And best of all, the wait time while they prepared our fresh, never frozen burgers gave me and Will some time to check out the macro features on our digital cameras. We both have Cannons, but mine is old and his is new. Despite the old and clunky nature of my camera, I still think it takes a pretty great close up. Look at the ketchup, couldn't you just dive right in?