We ate out so many nights it gave us uncertain bliss in the evenings. We weren't special in ordering but found the thickest burgers and fries to mix with our milkshake. The absolute best part was the sugar rush making our arms wobbly, seeing spaceships in the gravy and potato logs. It was very serious when we felt the pleasure of sight mixed with taste, giving euphoria towards the end. Then our drive bys ended. Old toads lined the chrome signage, Sonic: The Drive In For Goldstein because we hate, hate, hated Sonic: America's Drive In.