Before I moved to Cotswald, I lived eerily close to a Cook Out. I would tell myself I was going repeatedly for the food, but deep down I knew it was a lie. I was going for the milkshakes and my former size 32 waist could vouch for this realization.
The milkshakes are simply devastatingly good. Do not attempt to suck these bad boys through a straw, you will get lockjaw faster than Paris Hilton on Ritalin. Use the provided plastic spoon and eat yourself into buying new jeans heaven.