Shakin’ it at Shake Shack UPDATE - NYC

Sometimes I'm not sure what kind of girl I am, and I’m often not sure what kind of girl I want to be. But if you asked me what kind of girl I’m most proud to be, I'd tell you I’m proudest to be the kind of girl who eats her burgers. The little roll that obscures my potential six-pack is my testament to the fact that I butter my bread, and the grab-able handles on my back are where my burgers go. I don’t just eat my burgers, I finish them. Because the only thing worse than a girl who doesn't eat burgers is a girl who doesn't finish her burgers. If you have reasons for skipping the beef, more power to you, but if you spring for the soft pink-blooded juice of a Shake Shack patty, you better eat every bite. Real girls eat their burgers.

The only real Shake Shack burger Ben and I will get is from Madison Square Park. A place called Shake Shack should be a shack in a park, not a modernized midtown burger joint with granite countertops. And what could be better a better accompaniment to a burger from a shack than soaking up the sun between the towering buildings of fancy Flatiron?

My shack Fair Shake bring all the yuppie-liberal boys to the yard (or park?), and they're like, it's better than yours. Though if yours is Vanilla or Oreo, it's probably pretty close to equal. Just less fair. But give it a shake – it’s the Beastie Boys’ embodiment of "I like my sugar with coffee and cream".

The double Shackburger is as American as grease, a no-frills grilled, BLT, which stands for burger, lettuce, tomato.  The shack sauce completes it even more than Jerry Maguire, but I’d eat the burger over the man any day. Maybe my shack shake will bring that man to the yard and I’ll eat a burger with him. Hey, I can dream…

My Burger of the Day should be a burger every day. I don't usually like bacon, but I happily oinked to the cheddar cheese covering this one. I don't know what's in that lip-smacking shack sauce, but I do want some to take back to my Boston shack.

Dollops of ketchup make the French Fries as American as the burger, but my cheese fries will always be better than yours. And they'll always be better with cheese.

It's been a whole year since I've commented on the prowess of Shake Shack, but now that I’ve finally tried the burgers, I’m hooked. So head to Shake Shack with your boys next time you crave a burger and a shake. If your shake doesn’t bring your boys to the yard, mine will.