Actually you CAN get fries with that shake.

Just up the road from my office is an Andy's Cheesesteaks and Cheeseburgers. The food is good and the little red-haired waitress is cute. When I'm not feeling up to Dub's, then Andy's will always do. Actually, I guess I should link here and call them Andy's Burgers, Shakes & Fries. Yeah, Andy's is changing their name, their website, and their look. If they change out the little red-haired waitress, I'm, not coming back. Andy's has lots of good things on their menu. In fact they had so many different good things on their menu, it takes 10 minutes to find what you want. This was partly due to the fact there seemed to be very little in the way of a "theme" to the menu. If people eat it, they wedged it on the menu somewhere. (Sonic does the same thing.) This is a common problem at a lot of businesses. At some point they decide they need to "branch out" and "expand their menu." More often than not, this is the first in a long string of desperation moves eventually ending in disaster. In Andy's case, since they appear to be "streamlining" instead of expanding their menu, I hope this is a good sign. You can see their new menu, and don't forget to see the "Andy's Big A Challenge" at the bottom! Also on their menu you can see they serve ice cream: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, cookies and cream, and chocolate chip cookie dough. And of course I love chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. The sign says you can get it as a scoop, a float or a shake. I was on my way out the door to go back to work, so a scoop wouldn't do. I also don't drink/eat an ice cream float of any flavor. I went with the shake. (Deep down I was dreaming of a MilkQuake, don't don't tell Andy, or the cute little red-haired waitress.) As my luck would have it, I ordered my shake at roughly the same time as two other people. I also happened to place my order with "the new waitress" who sadly looks nothing like the little red-haired waitress. Greeted by the deer in the headlights look, I took a seat knowing my shake would take a while. Ten minutes and two or three volcanic ice cream and milk eruptions later, my shake was almost done. She asked if I wanted whipped cream, I said I wanted a little. She asked if I wanted a cherry on top, I said certainly. She then proceeded to mound the whipped cream a full inch above the rim of the cup. Then pulled out what appeared to be a 2 quart jar of light red syrup with about 8 cherry floating in it. She then spent 2 or 3 minutes trying to fish out one of the cherries with a long sundae spoon. On a more recent visit, the little red-haired waitress just shoved her hand in the jar, grabbed a cherry, and pulled it out by the stem. Efficient? Certainly. Sanitary? Probably not. But I won't ever question the little red-haired waitress. But this time I had the new waitress. After her cherry fishing expedition, she dropped the cherry on the mound of whipped cream. Then for some strange reason she proceeded to place a lid on my shake! With the whipped cream mounded above the rim it came as no surprise to me (unlike the new waitress) when whipped cream shot out the sides and up through the straw hole. As she handed me my shake, I saw the cherry smushed against the lid like some poor avalanche victim. She then handed me a straw. A straw? For a shake? I guess if you put a lid on it then a straw is the only way to get your shake out of the cup. Of course that dooms the cherry, but he'll probably suffocate or die of exposure soon anyway. In an effort to avoid cherry hypothermia, I rushed to my truck and took the lid off my shake. After digging away the compressed whipped cream like a St. Bernard, I found the poor cherry. Following the shake rescue, I dropped my straw into my shake and took off on my way back to work. Slurp! Ahhhh! Slurp! Ahhhhh! Slurp! huh? Sluuurrrrp! SLURPURPURP!Houston we have a problem. I knew I hadn't finished my shake because I hadn't gotten that satisfying slurping noise to signal that there's nothing left. The harder I sucked on my straw the more my head hurt. I knew it wasn't brain freeze. The shake just wasn't THAT cold. Then I suddenly realized: the pain was from my skull imploding. Nothing, absolutely nothing was coming through the straw. You see, my friends, there's a serious problem trying to drink a chocolate chip cookie dough milkshake through a straw.I don't care how good you are, those chunks of cookie dough are NOT going through that straw! So if you find yourself at Andy's, or whatever they are calling themselves at the time, and you want to go for a cookie dough ice cream shake, here's my advice: Order it with light whipped cream and a cherry on top. Tell them to keep the lid, and the straw. Ask for a spoon. Tell the little red-haired waitress I said,"Hi!"