While it is criminal that any human being on this earth has not yet tried an In-N-Out burger, I have to admit that the look on Joel Robuchon’s face here is priceless.
T’is a noble journey we have embarked on…one must be well dressed.
(In white, of course. Its all the better to spill ketchup, mustard, Hickory Sauce, or In-N-Out Secret Sauce on – which is what happens if you eat burgers with me!)
When traveling abroad I normally do my best to avoid my everyday eating addictions and prefer instead to partake in the local cuisine. However, on a recent trip to the culinary wasteland that Costa Rica can sometimes be, I was forced to face my demons and tore right into my single favorite food vice…the Hamburger (or Hamburguesa in this case).
In all honesty this was probably one of the worst burgers I’ve ever eaten. Nevertheless, regardless of the stale bread, hard cheese, a frozen/thin patty and cucumber (?!) it gave me that high that only burgers can (if just for a few adrenaline soaked minutes). Proving, once again, that burgers translate in any language, Amigo.