My friend Mike has been coming to town every 2 weeks or so to do motion capture for his company’s new game. We always hang out a lot when he’s in town and he’s quite persistent about where he eats. On the list of places that must be visited are In & Out Burger, Del Taco and Pink’s. I’m glad to announce that Phillippe’s has been added to that list. But it was the 5th of July so it was on the holiday weekend and Mike wanted to go to Pink’s before heading back to Chicago so Bob and I dragged our asses out of the house. Now this was dinner-time so I expected a goodly wait but Jesus crappin a kraut dog! Sean predicted via IM that it would be at least an hour until we got our food. He under shot. It was an hour and 20 minutes from getting in line until they handed us our food. Now Caryn‘s theory jives with our own which is they can feed you anything from tree bark to flat out lumps of monkey crap and it’ll taste like the best food you’ve ever had. So true. So true. So from top clockwise. The lovely Pinks sign while it was still light out. Number two is of the queue of the damned. Number 3 is of a lovely warning poster that your car will be towed immediately. It’s amusing to think that your car has been towed and totally chopped and on a boat to Singapore by the time you actually GET to this sign. And the last picture is of my dual Pastrami-Ruben dogs. These two hot dogs single handedly (well that and a little pressure from Bob) inspired me to go back to the gym. It was a lovely meal even though my feet were sore and my back was a wreck after the line and Pink’s still can call me a fan. Even though it will be another 3 years before I return. All photos taken with my SENT provided Motorola v600.