December 31, 2011 4 Comments
Shake Shack! SHAKE SHACK! SHAKE SHACK!
I dream about this place when I’m in Berlin.
The burgers are petit, similar in size to a McDonald’s burger but that is where the similarity ends. Shake Shack burgers come on a pillowy, yellow bun, grilled on the inside. The thin patty is freshly ground on site every day and is cooked to medium. The standard fixings are tomatoes, onion (sliced in rings), lettuce and crinkly pickles and a slice of cheese. The burger comes in a waxed envelope, with the Technicolor red and green of the lettuce and tomatoes beckoning at you.
It doesn’t take long to eat. Boys should order two. I eat one and never suffer the burger regrets, the junk food shame. Even if I’ve shared a paper dish of crinkly cheese fries. And gulped down a Dr. Pepper. It’s when I venture into Shark Attack custard territory that I start to think that I am going slightly overboard. But listen - chocolate custard, peanut butter, chocolate truffle cookie dough, Valrhona chocolate pearls, and chocolate sprinkles – I mean? Who out there can resist a roll call like that? I certainly can’t!