<p>This is the view I was faced with every morning on the first half of our vacation:</p>
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<p>(You remember, right?&#0160; The half where we stayed at <a href="http://diary.blogs.com/the_diary_of_a_reluctant_/2006/05/california_drea.html">fancy shmanzy place</a> thanks to my husband&#39;s job?&#0160; The place where we stayed for free?)</p>

<p>Of course, the second half of our trip, the half where we stayed in San Francisco and actually had to pay for our room (or rather, use hotel points for), was destined to be a disappointment as far as hotel accommodations go.&#0160; And it was - at first.&#0160; I had a big old frown on my face the entire time as we checked into the 70&#39;s time capsule that is the Fisherman&#39;s Wharf Courtyard Marriott (I mean, if I wanted fake wood paneling I would have stayed home and hung out at the Department of Motor Vehicles).&#0160; </p>

<p>That&#39;s the problem with spoiling yourself.&#0160; You start believing that you will always come home to fresh towels and marble floors after a day of exploring dramatic seaside cliffs.</p>

<p>So you can imagine my dismay when we went into our room, which despite being a non-smoking room smelled like an ashtray (I thought people didn&#39;t smoke in California!).&#0160; I was acting like a spoiled little princess until I pulled back the curtain and discovered this lovely view RIGHT OUTSIDE our room:</p>

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<p>I cannot describe the excitement I felt...I&#39;d always heard about the Holy In-N-Out Burger, and now there was one just a few steps from our hotel.</p>

<p>So we went.</p>

<p>And it was GOOD.</p>

<p>I think I&#39;m in love.</p>

<p>The <a href="http://www.in-n-out.com/menu.asp">menu</a>!&#0160; It&#39;s straight-to-the-point perfection.&#0160; </p>

<p>The food!&#0160; Heaven!</p>

<p>It&#39;s a good thing I don&#39;t live out west - otherwise I would be eating there morning, noon and night.</p>

<p>(All I could think about was the lovely <a href="http://www.whoorl.com/archives/2006/03/when_the_cats_a.html">Whoorl</a> and how lucky she is to live in a state where she could eat this all the time!&#0160; I&#39;m so jealous!)</p>

<p>In-N-Out Burger, you complete me.</p>
