Shake Shakehas semi-officially become the Rocketboom lunching headquarters, with many hours spent savoring their delicious flavor. Serious Eats breaks down why these burgers are just so good.
“the Shack uses potato rolls that are part of the Dutch/German/Pennsylvania baking tradition. Even the special sauce, which in California is invariably a Thousand Island variant, is at the Shack much closer to a garlic mayo. It is fair to say that Shake Shack took the West Coast model as inspiration but has put a unique New York spin on it.”
they’re good, but its sort of the same deal with magnolia where people equate the line to meaning you’re getting something amazing. don’t get me wrong they’re good, but maybe a little overrated.
Yeah, I have to agree. While SS may be my favorite burger in the city, it’s not THAT much better than say, Good Burger 6 blocks south, which you can eat without any line. The ratio of tastyness to time spent doesn’t equate. if SS is a 10, and Good Burger is an 8, those two extra taste points aren’t worth the 2 hours of my time.
I have to reblog this to stand up for the Shack. To compare Shake Shack to the cupcakes at Magnolia is heresy. Magnolia cupcakes are not good. The Shack has the best burger in the city. The line may be bad at times, but to insult the value and taste of this delicious burger on that basis is unjustified and outrageous!
I’ll put it this way, whenever I come back to NY, I look forward to seeing the Shackburger more than most of my friends.
I absolutely love the Shackburger, but I think it might be edged out by the burger at Resto on 29th between Park and Lex. It’s made using beef cheek and pork fat, has a similar roll, and has a really nice greuyere on it rather than American cheese. It’s a bit pricey at $13, but you get fries and a salad with it, and if you get the sweet chili dipping sauce with the fries you’re basically in heaven. Plus, no line.
I just figured something out that makes me want to vomit.
Everyday I get up and get ready for work at 6:30am. I usually get home from work around 6:30 -7:00pm. That’s 12.5 hours that I spend getting ready for, traveling to/from, and at work. I like to sleep at least 8 hours a night during the week. Which leaves me with less than 4 hours a day to myself to make dinner, go to the gym, read, watch a movie, hang out with someone, or do really anything of the things that keep me sane.
Working is slowly killing me.
You should work from home. I wake up at 9am, start work at 9am, finish around 6pm or 7pm and am already home at that point. I usually stay up til 1am or so (since I can sleep in later), giving me a work/play ratio of about 9 hours to 7 hours. Not bad.
“One morning, after she was awakened by her bedside alarm, she sat up and, she recalled, “this fluid came down my face, this greenish liquid.” She pressed a square of gauze to her head and went to see her doctor again. M. showed the doctor the fluid on the dressing. The doctor looked closely at the wound. She shined a light on it and in M.’s eyes. Then she walked out of the room and called an ambulance. Only in the Emergency Department at Massachusetts General Hospital, after the doctors started swarming, and one told her she needed surgery now, did M. learn what had happened. She had scratched through her skull during the night—and all the way into her brain.”
I just finished Then We Came to the End, the much-lauded debut novel by Brooklyner Joshua Ferris that came out last year. Unlike other overhyped debut novels by fashionable Brooklyners (i.e. Indecision by Benjamen Kunkel), it lived up to the buzz and then some.
The often-hilarious book is set in an ad agency in Chicago during the dot-com bust, and it’s written in the first-person collective tense, which is strange at first but really works with a book that focuses on the hive mind of an office. It still has stand-out characters and never feels too clever for its own good.
Beyond the initial humor that comes through with the details of the office and what the poor bastards stuck there do to stay sane during layoffs, what brings it a step above is the notion that, at the end of the day, it’s not all bad. It doesn’t just take the easy route by calling office life soulless and deadening, but shows the humanity that arises when you’re forced to work with a bunch of people you don’t have much in common with for 50 hours a week.
Not that I work in an office or anything. But still, highly reccomended to anyone that’s looking for a book that’s both funny and affecting.