We head to Chapps whenever I'm having one of those days when I just don't care about my diet anymore. Make sure to wear older shoes that you don't really care about, they're probably going to stick to the floor as you walk up to the counter.
You give your order to the teenager working the cash register, who yells over his or her shoulder at the grill guy, who slaps a big patty on down, and five minutes later you're sitting at one of their rickety tables, enjoying a very good burger. And hopefully not suffering a heart attack from the grease on the steaming hot, delicious fries.
Chapps is fast food without the irritating clown and with slightly less suspicious meat. It's cheap, it's good, and it's terrible for you.
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