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.
