Sometimes after a round, by god, a man wants a shot of rum and a big, fat cheeseburger, to hell with calories, cholesterol or good sense.

Cheeseburger in Paradise in Myrtle Beach is where that man should go.

Yes, it’s a little cheesy – sorry – with its cabana-style bar inside, all the Jimmy Buffett décor and the sea shells inlaid in the floor, but this is good cheesy.

The cheesburgers are thick as a hind end of a bison and the sweet potato chips are excellent – just be sure to eat them while they’re hot. They tend to congeal into something altogether different when allowed to cool off.

It isn’t just a burger joint either – you can get bayou crab and spinach dip, chicken and sausage gumbo, barbecue jerk ribs and tropical tilapia.

If you’re REALLY into Buffett, you may want the Son of a Son of a Sailor salad, the “Which way do I steer” salad and meat or the coral reefer crab cakes.

For dessert: Chocolate nachos? Thanks, but I passed.

And yes, you will hear the song of the same name. There must be a restaurant rule that it has to be played every so often.

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