Many years ago, back when I was living in Colorado, I was dating a woman whose roots were in California, proving that just about everyone in the Mile High State is seemingly from somewhere else. When we went to visit her home outside Los Angeles, one of the first places we stopped just down the road from Ontario International Airport was In-N-Out Burger, California’s venerable burger joint.
I thought it was merely okay for a burger place, but definitely not the out-of-body experience that people have near orgasmically described it as, especially as of late.