The most dangerous moment when dining at Chuy’s is the one in which the chips and salsa land on the table. In that moment, diners must reckon with not one or two, but three dips from which to choose – the chunky tomato salsa, the smooth salsa verde, or the evil temptress known as the jalapeno ranch. From there, diners risk ruining their dinner by gorging on the bottomless, house-fried triangular carbohydrates, but who’s complaining?
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