My favorite memory of the chuck box is watching a group come in and sit down at a table, getting huffy when no one brought them a menu. I wanted to tell them they need to go stand in line an order their food, but they looked like mean tempered stuck up snobs so I sat an enjoyed my mesquite charcoal grilled burger and watched them huff and puff about bad service before they got up and walked out.
If you're a person that likes to be cuddled and kissed up to just because you ordered food, this isn't the place for you.
If shouting your order to the order taker, over a crowd of people in line frightens you, this is not the place for you.
If you somehow thought eating a chuck box burger would bring inner peace or some semblance of meaning to your pathetic life, this is not the place for you.
If you want a simple burger, cooked the way you cook it in your backyard or out camping, and you're not afraid to assemble your own toppings, and you're just as comfortable sitting on a wooden box as you're sitting on a stack of tires or a log, this place is for you.