I visit Chubby's on each Remembrance Day holiday from Gettysburg. This time something seemed different. Nobody else was in the restaurant...the hours had changed to closing at 8pm...the lighted sign on Route 15 was off...and I took a chance anyway, only this time bringing my wife. We were the only ones in the place and a biker chick waitress with face piercings waited on us. My Yuengling seemed flat. There at the bar sat the owner himself on the phone, loud. He was talking, right in our midst, to a sales broker to sell Chubby's! (while watching some anti Obama web site on his laptop). And, to top it off, he was ordering veal from another restaurant! The food was terrible and the next day, intestinal colon damage was done while sitting in the cold in Gettysburg. Chubbys: RIP. You actually deserve this death and have earned it.
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