So it's been a while since I last updated this blog. That doesn't mean I haven't been eating... believe me, I have. Probably more than I should. As Brad so eloquently stated, "If you cut me open, cannoli cream would come out." I concur. And one of the places I've been frequenting (much to the demise of Dawson's scale) is Shake Shack.
Now, my first Shake Shack experience was at Citi Field on opening day of the stadium (St. John's vs. Georgetown game). And it was a doozy. I was all distraught that I would never have a "Shea Hot Dog" ever again. I love(d) (it hurts to put it in past tense) Shea hot dogs. But then, then my friends, I stood in a really long line. And at the end of the line was a burger. And this burger had tomatoes, lettuce, burger, cheese, and a special sauce. Very Burger King-esque, but with the capability to offer an out of body experience. Shea Hot Dog? What's that? Shake Shack burger? Worse craving than White Castle!
The original Shake Shack is amazing as well. The peanut butter milkshake is just peanut-buttery enough. The french fries were better than they looked--crispy, warm, and a proper dowsing of salt. There are heaters in the winter, and if you hit it at the right time, you can go now and not spend all of eternity waiting in the line. (Also, their website offers a camera of Madison Square so you can check out the line before you pop over.) The only item I had that I didn't enjoy was the chocolate malt. Johnny Rockets clearly wins on that end. But, shake shack is worth the wait... but be warned, it is highly addictive.
(Pictures to come)
