Whenever we can, In-N-Out

We went to Tempe, Arizona over the weekend and a bit because Lynette had a conference there, and our first meal there was at In-N-Out, that bastion of goodness in the corner-cutting, beef-freezing, preservative-lovin' hangover universe we call fast food. We actually went back for our last dinner. Juni's with us now, though, so we had to do take out both times. The first time we ate in the car, the second time we were huddled around a tiny desk in our hotel room. But the flavor was so worth it. By the way, that's Kenneth's three by three staring back at you.