
Due to the significant Utah Valley hype over the new arrival of IN-N-OUT to the valley, Kristin and I decided to try it out. After being driven through the parking lot by numerous IN-N-OUT employees like cattle on their way to the corral, we were brought to the window where we would receive our feed.
I ask, "So what's this 'secret menu' I've been hearing about?" One of the 120 workers all crammed into a 10' by 10' grease room answers, "Oh it's aslkdjfasldjflaskdjflsajdflaskdjflaskdjdf" as he rattles off some 90 words in 3 seconds. "Oh...okay," I manage to get out before being shuffled on to the next window.
Granted the burgers were better than McDonalds, Kristin and I both couldn't finish our pink and brown blubber shakes and our tasteless fries met the garbage before half-way gone. What followed was a lump of yuck in our stomachs and a fast food hangover for the next few hours.
Needless to say, our final verdict was easy to come by: IN-N-OUT N NEVER AGAIN!