BEST OF ST. LOUIS 2006:  Best Fast Food

There's nothing fast about yelling into a scratched-up speaker box from your car window, repeatedly asking, "I'm sorry, say that again? What? Did you get all that?" What then comes forth from the pick-up window minutes later really doesn't resemble food; sometimes it's so borderline palatable it makes you wish you'd decided to fast instead. Which is why we love Chuck-A-Burger. An actual person—a cute, polite teenager decked out in a red-and-white carhop uniform—jots down your order with pen and paper and runs it back to the kitchen (visible from your front dash), where it's filled in speedy, splendid fashion.