For those of you who don't know, Five Guys is a burger joint that started in
Five Guys was actually instrumental in helping our children face the myriad inoculations required for our overseas move. It usually went something like this.
Kid: [in a loud, panicky voice] I'm scared! I hate shots! I don't want to get any more shots!
Me: [in my best reasonable voice] If you don't get shots you can't go with us to Thailand...
Kid: That's fine, I'll stay with [insert random friend/family member name here].
Me: Okay, I was only joking. You have to go with us to Thailand, so you have to get the shots.
Kid: NOOOOOOOoooooooooooo... (it trails off as they try to run out the door)
Me: If you're good, we'll go to Five Guys for lunch...
One of the funniest parts of being in
For the record, I still love
and I refuse to be dragged into any petty debates about which one is better. Brave men and women have sacrificed so that we may all enjoy life, liberty, and the pursuit of a delicious hamburger wherever you live in the great United States and I for one refuse to dishonor those heroes. But if I were to be tied to an anthill and my ears smeared with jam unless I picked between the two, Mali and I both agree that although we like the fries at Five Guys better, In-N-Out wins by virtue of having milkshakes.
Oddly enough, in the month since leaving behind my beloved American hamburger joints, I seem to have lost about five pounds...