I was running errands in Brunswick, and decided to stop into Steak n Shake rather than clog myself with one of the usual fast food suspects on Route 303. I arrived around 5 PM on Saturday, April 12.
One would think that 5 PM on a Saturday could be considered the start of "dinner" time. But you'd be wrong here. This Steak and Shake looked like it had been hit by an IED. At least six tables had shit all over them--glassware, dirty plates, crumbs. Unless en entire daycare outing had just left, there's no excuse for a restaurant to be filthier than a Vietnamese brothel.
In the meantime, I'm sure the teenaged waitstaff was busy solving the world's Important Problems, because that was the appearance three of them gave while they ignored the bombing of Dresden that had taken place around them. I watched these three clowns shoot the shit for 10 minutes, while not one of them so much as came over to say, "I'll be with you in a minute."
Maybe the manager--or hell, the OWNER--can teach his staff how businesses make money. These guys obviously don't care.
I thoroughly enjoyed my Whopper at Burger King. Even the dump I took afterward was a better experience than waiting for the Second Coming at Steak n Shake.