Rule number one of great food cities: if locals are lining up, you join the line. That little rule led me straight to a retro drive-in where neon lights glowed, burgers sizzled nonstop, and the menu refused to overcomplicate things.
No endless options. No dramatic descriptions. Just classic burgers, crispy fries, and a rhythm that felt like it had been playing on repeat for decades.
Orders were called. Wrappers crinkled…