And
hey, while we’re talking about the convergence of Los Angeles and food, let me direct you to an article about a topic
very dear to my heart: the Southern
California burger scene. Perhaps you were unaware there was such a thing as a burger scene in LA. Well, let me
assure you there is, and the followers of the various burger cults there are quite particular about which burgers rule
and which ones suck.
I’m actually surprised no one out there, one of the gazillion would-be movie writers
out there, has yet penned a screenplay about the conflicts between LA burger cults.
For example, I picture
two gangs like the Jets and the Sharks facing off in an elaborate dance number…the opening scene reveals a gang
of hooded riff-raff from Tommy’s; they are holding dripping Tommy’s burgers, hands drenched in Chili as they face off
against the more preppy In-N-Outs, whose Double Doubles catch the moonlight. They break into song:
When
you love Tommy’s you love the night
Always ready for a fight
That glorious chili that gets on your
shirt
Anyone touches you, they’re gonna get hurt
The In-N-Outs then stalk forward, clenching
their burgers, pink lemonade dripping from their greedy maws:
Tommys is crap, there’s only one
meat
That’s out on the street and cannot be beat
A Double Double is the only way
To top of the
night or to start the day
And so on.
Now, did I get carried away there? Perhaps. But all to
point out this site here about LA’s burger culture. Read it enjoy it. And from one In-N-Out to another, savor its
sweet, greasy juices.