I’ve been trying to make some sort of summer plans. Lacking vacation days and vacation funds, it’s hard to plot out a serious trip. Even going to the beach seems like a hassle, since the weather here hasn’t been cooperating.
But I have at least one solid goal in place for this summer. Dates haven’t been set. Transportation has not been coordinated. But one thing is certain: I will go to the nearest Sonic Drive-In to New York City this summer.
Being a native New Englander, I have never had a Sonic experience. Some of you Midwesterners and Southerners may take it for granted, but I don’t know what kind of reputation they have. I don’t know proper Sonic ordering etiquette. I don’t even know much about what they serve.
But thanks to their clever unscripted national advertising, I have a desparate craving for the drive-in phoenomenon that is Sonic. I feel that having never been to a Sonic, my life is incomplete.
So, sometime this summer, given the proper timing and coordination of transportation, I will go to the nearest Sonic to New York City. The nearest location is 146 miles away, in Ephrata, PA, in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch Country. So, you know, I can pick up a burger and a Hex Sign.
According to Google Maps, it’s a 3-hour drive. I will undoubtedly spend more on gas than I will on the food itself. Unless I really go overboard.
The sweet reward? Fast Food Bliss. And thus begins… The Great Sonic Quest.