A restaurant, or fine eating establishment which begs you to question the risk/reward of their deliciousness of food vs. the time it takes for you to completely shit your pants after eating. "Shart Houses," usually refer to "Short Order," restaurants where the food is questionably prepared by often unsavory employees; however, the food tastes so good you don't care if you blow your o-ring and completely ruin your trousers.
Conversation:
Friend 1: "All that's open now is that shart house, John's."
Friend 2: "Fuck it, let's go."
Friend 1: "We can order a bowl rattler special."
A place to live if you want to encounter selfish and inconsiderate strangers who make loud noises at any hour of the night, don’t do any cleaning, hog the kitchen and living room, will be on phone calls all hours of the night, make mess and expect you to clean it, will use the couch as their personal clothing line, steal your milk and have their drunk friends running around the house naked. The other occupants apparently don’t know the definition of the word share
“Living with my family can be so annoyingsometimes”
“Well it’s a lot better than living in a sharehouse”
“That’s true”