A Vignette from Vegas

He freed the slaves.Emancipation Proclamation.Most taxi rides to In-N-Out Burger begin less consequentially. My friends and I assembled in Las Vegas on Friday, and after the initial euphoria of reuniting in a city where we felt unleashed had worn off, we realized we were hungry. In-N-Out made the most sense to us because: a) it only exists in exotic western locations to which none of us enjoys regular access; and b) there are few occasions that seem to better excuse a meal driven by fatty meat, melted cheese, and fries buried beneath Thousand Island dressing than forty-eight frantic hours in Las Vegas. I volunteered to go pick up an order since my unyielding need for control made me scared that someone else wouldn’t order correctly. Also, I think it’s fun to see the swollen crowds at In-N-Out, among the most integrated and egalitarian settings in America.When the ongoing domestic hamburger revolution took off last decade, I took it to heart. (Insert heart-disease joke.) I was living...