dirtylibrarian

I've been coming up with all kinds of schemes to pull this one off...go on a road trip and...go hiking and...hang out with art cars and... But in the end it was simple as

capn_jil picking me up from work so we could hang out, and when the question of grub came up, the answer rose up before me like...uh...a very good idea.

XXX Rootbeer!

We almost got kicked out before we got inside, as

capn_jil insisted I photgraph standing on top of the human sacrifice table out front:

Inside was overwhelmingly populated by insane amounts of 50s/car culture clutter. It was wonderful. While we waited to order

capn_jil told a long ridiculous story while I played with my still new camera. HA! I got a shot of

capn_jil looking cutely self-satisfied with the story:

Then our giant root beer floats showed up. Thank goodness we had self restraint and went for the mere 20 oz, rather than the monster 30.

Then the burgers came. O.M.F.G. SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD.

Three onion rings really is just perfect. One to get a taste. One to give to a friend. And one to experience it just a little bit more, without getting ill. The burger was thin, and perfectly cooked, with a soft squishy bun. And not too tall. I can't tell you how many times I've ordered a burger and had to work to figure out how to get it into my wee mouth. (Such as this beauty from The Whistle Stop in Renton earlier in the month: