Dude Finds A PERFECT In-N-Out Burger Just Chillin' On An NYC Street, Freaks Out Because There Aren't Any In-N-Outs East Of Kansas City
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The first In-N-Out opened in 1948 in Baldwin Park, California, a San Gabriel Valley town that was, at the time, known mostly for its family-run turkey farm. That restaurant became the state’s first drive-thru and, over the next several decades, it slowly became synonymous with California fast food—despite the fact that the chain didn’t start expanding outside of state lines until 1992.
Seventy-plus years later, In-N-Out’s 346 locations are all contained within six states, and none of them are further east than Texas. And all of that is a long way of saying that no one has any clue how—or why—an impeccably wrapped In-N-Out double-double could’ve ended up in the middle of a street in Jamaica, Queens.
Lincoln Boehm, a Brooklyn-based creative director, was on his way to McDonald’s for breakfast before he caught an early morning train from the Jamaica Long Island Railroad (LIRR) station. He looked down and that’s when he saw it: this decidedly out-of-state burger, sitting neatly on the pavement. “We didn’t touch it. We stopped for a second and took photos and looked around to see if anyone else was noticing it and then we walked on,” he told the New York Post, adding that the unexpected burger sighting “genuinely shook me to my core.”
That’s fucked up fam. That’s REALLY fucked up. Because that In-N-Out burger just chillin on that disgusting NYC street doesn’t look like it’s fresh off the griddle of some LA or PHX restaurant, it looks like a goddamn commercial In-N-Out burger. And by “commercial” I mean like the fake burgers all fast food chain use in their commercials to make their product look LIGHT YEARS better than what they actually look like when purchased.
I have no earthly explanation on how this burger got to NYC and is still perfectly aesthetically pleasing. I mean tell me you wouldn’t eat the shit out of this thing:
Also it’d be hilarious if some dude from Chicago was minding his own business and pulled up to a perfectly manicured Portillo’s beef on the sidewalk in Florida or a fresh out the oven slice of Lou Mal’s eyeballing them down on the sidewalk. Being a fly on the wall and watching their reaction would be hilarious. Give the quick “make sure nobody is really watching” side-eye move and go to town on them knowing fully that you’re eating food that’s been sitting on the ground. Doesn’t matter though. No judgement here. Just eat away my friends.