In-N-Out Burger — Restaurant in Garden City

It's been a hot minute since I have been to In n Out. About 22 years. I have been wanting to go to the Meridian location but the lines are such a turn off. So, now that the Boise location is finally open, I decided to seize to moment. They aren't as chaotic as the Meridian location.

I did hit this joint up at 10:30 in the evening. Quite impressed at how busy it was! People eating and enjoying their night.

There were a lot of people working outside taking orders. The gal that took my order really didn't make any kind of eye contact with me. She was hard to hear since her head was above my car. She mumbled as well so hearing her repeat things was hard. She also took my order on the passenger side of my car which was kinda annoying. If you're going to be in the other side of my car, at least speak up so I can hear you. At that point I'm trusting her that my order is correct.

I will have to compliment that they are very organized. Another associate came out to confirm my order. I cashed out at the window. The next window I got my order. Everything was a smooth transition.

We got a couple things for our late snack. I snagged the cheese burger, animal style also made protein style. We also ordered a double double with only lettuce and tomato. The fries we added were fried light with 1 being animal style. My cheese burger was ok. I didn't notice my grilled onions that were supposed to be in there. When the spread is added, it did add more flavor. My husband's double double was tasty. They did miss the mustard on it but it was an easy fix. Unfortunately, they did screw up on one of our fries. They made them both animal style so my husband didn't get a chance to try them. The fries I tried were dry and stale. The spread did help a little but being from Idaho, these potatoes were sad. We will have to try these items next time at the venue. But the time I got home everything was cold. It was so enjoyable but we didn't get to eat it at it's best potential.

In n Out was decent. There are a lot of local joints that push better burgers than this. I wanted to try the hype...

For a new restaurant in the area the line wasnt too long, the folks directing the drive through were fun and friendly. The person who took the order was really nice and also super friendly. The queue went quickly up to the pay window and the person who took the money was also super friendly. Going past the windows of the kitchen you could see a lot of activity as they quickly made the burgers and put together meals. The person who handed out the meal and drinks was great. That was the end of the great experience. The burgers were pretty good. If not for the sauce they would have tasted like made at home. The patties are super thin...maybe an 1/8th pound before cooking...so they can cook quickly and seemed to be seasoned well enough. Over all the burger was satisfying but not something I'd crave. The fries...not good. They appear under cooked but didn't taste like raw potatoes. Light in color not golden brown and delicious. They were under seasoned but there were salt packets in the bag. They tasted bland and reminded me of bagged fries, think potato chips bag, from the convenience store in Japan. While decent serving id normally finish...I couldn't eat even a quarter of them. All in all..I'd go for the burger, but without good fries...hard to justify the nearly $10 each average...

I rolled into the drive-thru like a man on the edge, tired, halfway homicidal, and fueled only by caffeine, spite, and the faint hope of greasy salvation. The voice of the employee was too chipper for my mood, like a cartoon character that just watched its family die but still smiles for the kids. I snarled out my order: a double double, animal style fries, and a lemonade to wash down the pain of existence.

I don’t know what witchcraft they perform in that little burger temple, but when I took that first bite, my soul left my body. The grilled onions whispered forgiveness. The cheese clung to my insides like a needy ex I actually missed. The meat? Holy hell, the meat. It was like biting into a greasy, perfectly seasoned punch to the face from God himself.

The fries—slathered in melted cheese, sauce, and grilled onion—looked like a crime scene and tasted like redemption. I ate them in the parking lot like a raccoon going through a divorce, sauce all over my hands, laughing like a maniac.

Ten out of ten. Would sell a piece of my soul and three of my happier memories to...