The Portal
"Dude, In-N-Out is the fucking Bob Dylan of burger joints." "Bob Dylan?" Sanjay asked. "You know, like how people are all obsessed with Dylan? It's not that he isn't a talented songwriter—he absolutely is—but there's this whole fanboy subculture that's developed around him with an outsized impression of his talent and his contribution to the art form that no songwriter could ever hope to live up to. You see the parallels?" "I guess. I just thought In-N-Out sounded good. You got anything else in mind for lunch?" "I dunno," Colin said. "You pick something." "I think I just did." They both laughed. "Okay. I think I have an idea. It's not great, but we haven't been there in a while." * * * The house was a corner lot, perched on a hillside, with a commanding view of the town below. The only ranch style on a street of two-stories, its corner location in an affluent neighborhood unfortuna