We went to the Shake Shack yesterday to do some research. You see, we’re students in the field of the science of Yum. It’s a demanding field. Lots of competition. Long hours. You don’t get into this for the money. It’s the pure satisfaction you get though for entering Flavor Town(if you’ve never been to Flavor Town, I don’t know what to say to you—how have you been living your life?).
The Shake Shack is famous not just for its titular shakes, but also famous for its really long lines(there is even a cool t-shirt they sell which says I (picture of Shake Shack) NY. And a huge line next to the picture of the Shake Shack. Pretty funny and cute.) They even have a nifty little web cam so you can see how the line is doing. Kathrine pointed out that this is of little use though unless you work or live near by the Shack, as the line will probably have changed by your journey’s end.
Still, it’s neat!
Get to the site of said Shack (by the way, it’s totally not a Shack. I mean, it’s the size you’d think of a shack, but it’s made out of metal, and shacks have to be wood, right?)(what is it that marketers think is appealing about a Shack by the by? Why do we think buying electronics out of one is something we’d be interested in?(Radio Shack) and now there’s shack-made shakes. But they ARE interesting, aren’t they?)and the line is as advertised. LONG!
We decide to guess how long it will be. I guessed 30 mins. Kathrine guessed an hour. Who do you think was right? An hour and five minutes later, we reach the counter of the venerable shack.
They post a few menus along the way, so we had decided on the Shack Stack which is all three of the burgers(the Shack burger, the cheeseburger, and the ‘shroom burger). One might think there were small and three of them, but no they are piled all together. It’s a little daunting. We pushed on. When you’re picking up speed towards Flavor Town, you don’t get concerned over such trifles. I also got a black & white shake(I’m all about racial and flavor equality) too and we split some cheese fries(real cheese, not just whiz!)(again, American naming conventions are strange—why do we want to “whizz” on our fries?).
We hit a food coma afterwards. But it was worth it. Next time though, i would go in the late afternoon and thus avoid both the lunch time rush and the dinner crowd.
Also of note? The Poochini, a custard and dog biscuit treat for four legged friends! I didn’t try it so I can’t comment on that. But there were a few dogs in line, I didn’t poll them but I am betting they were going to sample the poochini.
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