I have been traveling the country searching for a steak and shake where my family can enjoy a delicious steak burger and traditional shoestring fries before my son resorts to eating his crayons and my father looses faith in humanity. I’d like to taste a creamy milkshake reminiscent of my Nana without questioning American youth and our public school systems. This location was my third disappointment and it seems foolish to make further attempts. You’ve broken me steak and shake. I’ll never get that hour and 3 minutes back.