I stopped in at the IOB on Millbrae Avenue last night, picked up a burger with the works, to go. I rolled up the windows to keep the smell at its most intense. My wife does NOT like the IOB, but I gotta say, that was a good burger. The overall atmosphere is kinda like one step up from the Greyhound Station, so I fit right in. I’m gonna have to order some of their wearables, just to let people know what kind of a guy I really am. This, for example, is sure to offend someone at the next PTA meeting.