The first time for me. Ever since I’ve been in Cali, there was all this hype about this In & Out Burger joint. “You have to try In & Out Burger.” The boys had their first bite the night before, and with the group the next day and they still somehow keep their waistline slim. (Although, over the last couple days Cobra has been announcing his beer belly). Kristina has experimented with In & Out Burger as well, about 6 yrs ago at her tourney in Cali, & it was a first time for Amy too. (Which we all know what that means, we have at leasssst 9 more times before her little girl behavior fades away, she gets excited for everything. I think she wanted to move to everyplace we arrived to until we left and then her famous last words are “the east coast is the perfect location.” She’s a pistol. I liked In & Out burger, the fact that it was a simple 3 list menu to choose from. How can you mess that up? A good ole’ burger, fries & a shake. I believe we all thoroughly enjoyed our meals, except Amy when she came across a bone in her French fry. She was determined to find it, so she spit it out on the side of her plate, and dug like she was digging for gold. She has now made a mashed potato. No clear evidence was found. And then we all lost our appetite, not from imagining a bone in a French fry but looking at the baby food Amy has sculpted.
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