First-A Revision
Andy's only takes cash. No credit cards.
Listen to me...CASH ONLY! Avoid the "please-accept-my-child-as-collateral" hustle to an ATM. Bring old-fashioned greenbacks.
Second-A Review-Ice Cream
Ice cream is the best reason to visit Andy's. It's homemade perfection in at least 15 different flavors that can be made into every frozen concoction known to man. Ice cream orders are available inside in the diner, at the inside counter or at the walk-up window. Be prepared to wait at any of these portals to ice cream bliss...perfection takes its sweet time here.
Third-A Review-The Non-Ice Cream Food
The menu in the traditional, laminated paper sense coupled with the hand crafted "menus" hanging on various walls offer everything from cheeseburger (1/4 to 1/2 pound) and fries to liver and onions (why even bother with that nonsense) to assorted fish food.
Our group had cheeseburgers and fries. The fries rank up there in fry supremacy. Big, crinkle cut fries that are perfectly crispy on the outside and potayoey soft in the middle. Ketchup squeeze bottles give you control over just how much ketchup you need to make these perfect. Ketchup is such a personal thing. The consensus among burger eaters (you laughed, didn't you? If not, read that again-it's funny.) is that these are yummy cheeseburgers. Char-broiled with real hamburger. Be sure to read the menu carefully before you order yours "all the way." Or you can at it safe and just order it "plain Jane." Overall, a great companion to the whole burger, fries and a shake meal.
One in our group ordered a chili dog. He said it would have been better had they left off the American cheese. I hate chili dogs so I will take his word for it.
Another interesting purchase point at Andy's are the t-shirts. My brother is named "Andy" which naturally means he is required to own a t-shirt from a place that shares his name. (I don't know--is this just our family or do others do this too?) So, during our meal, we discuss what color. Choices were traffic-cone orange, toxic-waste green, Wal-mart grey, Christmas-red and black. We decide on red. Waitress comes back and says there are no reds in a medium. Back-up choice, black, also a no go. Third choice, grey, also a bust. Then a woman, who measured in at no more than 54 inches, brings a green medium. As we try to ask a blue one we saw in an employee, she proceeds to tell us with great volume and vigor, that the green is the best t-shirt on the planet and there's nothing else we could possibly want more than a green t-shirt. Her tone suggested that what she really meant was "you are going to take this f----green t-shirt and you are going to love it or so help me God I will put you in the ground." So, we happily bought the bright green t-shirt. Andy loved it.
Ice cream is superb. Burgers, fries and shakes are perfect in their Americana but skip the macaroni & cheese at all costs. Trust me...skip it. Do not be choosy about the t-shirt. read more