Steak N Shake

I like Steak N Shake. There was a Steak N Shake somewhere between Alabama and Wisconsin (that narrows it down, right?) that my family would stop at sometimes when we’d make the 18 hour drive to visit my mom’s side of the family. It was one place that my dad would actually enjoy stopping at. I think it was a magic combination of inexpensive, slightly old-fashioned, and obscure (obscure to us, at least, because we didn’t have one near us at home). We even have souvenir Steak N Shake glasses in the top of the cupboard that were tacitly considered “too nice to use.” So I’m glad that we have one in Huntsville, even if I don’t go very often. Maybe I secretly think that if I went there all the time, it would be less special.