Pine Shack Frosty — Restaurant in Chester

Grew up going here. I will not be going back. Went a few weeks ago. Just for a shake. Nothing like they use to be. It’s filthy inside. Every table was in need of being wiped down. The shake was runny and tasted nothing like coffee. I thought it was vanilla, when I had let them know they forgot to add the coffee the girl rudely let me know she did. And another lady offered me I give me a cup of cold brew on the side. Lol. A little weird. But whatever. Thought it was an off day. So I’m today I tried again. It was once again FILTHY! Our burger was really awkward tasting. Kind of sour and dripping grease. And the fried which use to be our favorite we didn’t even touch. My cone was partially dipped so the ice cream was oozing out the bottom all over the place. I stood at the window to ask for a remake because It was dripping to fast no one came. Anyways. The filth and weird service was a bad turn off. But the food being gross also just was disappointing for a place that use to be a fun place to go growing up with...

If you're anywhere near this gem, Pine Shack Frosty is a must-stop. This classic American spot has been a personal favorite since the late '80s, and I’m happy to say it’s just as solid now as it was back then.

Their shakes are legendary, with what feels like 38 flavors to choose from, there’s something for every craving. My personal favorites are butterscotch or marshmallow. The chicken strips and fries are crispy, satisfying, and exactly what you want from a casual roadside meal. There's also a build-your-own burger station, which is both fun and functional, with fresh toppings and hand pump condiments served in plastic containers with lids, perfect for eating there or taking it to go.

Under new ownership, nothing has been lost. If anything, the place runs more smoothly and efficiently, while still holding onto its nostalgic charm. Prices remain reasonable, and the quality is consistent.

Whether it’s your first visit or your fiftieth, Pine Shack Frosty is a local treasure that always...

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