And though I saw all of those people eating their No. 5s or No. 8s or No. 3s or No. 1s and enjoying the George Strait on the juke box, I realized that a place like Keller’s may bring them together in proximity, but each group is fenced off in their own car. At Keller’s, it’s really just you, your car, and your burger. Drive-ins, in many ways, are solitary places that feel communal. It’s like eating a meal in a library cubicle, except with better music and beer. And that’s actually kind of a nice thing. So much of eating in cars is on the go, as drive-thrus replaced drive-ins, the kind of eating that is strictly sustenance- and convenience-based. At Keller’s, sitting in your car, it’s the opposite. You’re not grabbing random bites as you drive, trying not to spill ketchup on your blazer, or cramming as much as possible in at the stoplight. You can sit back and reflect on your day, your week, or hell, your life.
Or you can just, you know, eat your burger.