Those of you who live in Chestertown (or used to) might care to know that Downey’s, the long-time purveyor of fried chicken along 213 between the two plazas, is no more. In its place, The Freeze, a burger joint which, according to local historian William Arrowood, hearkens back to Downeys’ predecessor, the Tastee Freez.
Our range of dining options in Chestertown is limited. When fresh blood is thrown into the water, we swarm like sharks.
We waited until we got hungry. Then we drove to The Freeze. Fortunately, it was open.
We walked in and surveyed the menu, which, as an added bonus, can be folded into a paper airplane when you’re done.
While Robbi and I contemplated the abundance of options, the kids danced.
Kato was happy.
Suddenly, the dance took a dark turn.
Then darker still.
Kato was sad.
Did I notice? I did not. I was consumed with big questions: what sort of sides to pair with my burger?
Moments later, it all became clear: lima beans (nod to health) and fries (nod to reality). I felt confident in my choice.
Kato was pleased with his selection as well, a large vanilla milkshake.
The food arrived. The moment of truth was at hand. In spite of all the other virtues of The Freeze (good place to dance and cry, good milkshakes), nothing else mattered if the burgers were not up to par.
I took a bite.
And friends, I was satisfied.
In case you want to continue your research, here is how the Freeze describes itself on its Facebook page:
Home of the “Big Freeze Burger”
Improved Ice Cream: sundaes, shakes, cones etc.
Fried Chicken, Burgers, Steaks, Fries
I’m not sure whether they are claiming that the ice cream is “improved” since they opened or whether they are comparing themselves to some other competitor (I don’t remember whether or not Downey’s served ice cream.)
I think I had a Big Freeze Burger. And I think I added hot peppers (hot peppers are included when you say you want absolutely everything on the burger. Which I did, of course).
It’s my philosophy that “everything” is always superior to some subset thereof.