I do not travel well. Ten hours of flying (absolutely crushing my inner ear in the process – meaning I was hearing as if underwater for the majority of last evening), and I have no interest in where I’ve arrived, or in anything, really, other than acclimating to my hotel room, and fast food.
I can’t imagine this is all that strange. I’ll get the city under my feet LATER. Right now, gimme something familiar. Find me a Wendy’s. So why is it I have yet to visit a hotel that has a readily accessible fast food joint within a block – which is usually as far as my body can carry me after a long flight?
So thank you, Austin, for killing two birds with one stone – feeding me shitty fast food before I collapse, and delivering a regional fast-food burger I don’t have where I’m from: Whataburger. A burger SO heroic, it shares a logo with Wonder Woman.

(And Weezer. And most of West Virginia.)
Which is not to say it was good. The bacon cheeseburger was aggressively mediocre – which is to say, it was only okay, but it was also Really BIG. And it was made to order. I don’t know how much effort went into re-heating a patty, but they sure put their hearts into it.
One day I will eat at an In-N-Out Burger. Oh yes. Once I find a conference in California I can actually justify going to, I believe I will have taken care of all the major fast food chains.
(Like I said, I’m not a very good traveler.)