As any gastronome like myself would know, the interminable debate over the best burger in New York will always, at one point or another, address the small outdoor depot on the southeast corner of Madison Square Park known as the Shake Shack. Most have savored the burger there - everyone has certainly heard of it.
What the hell was I thinking writing this place off so easily?
Allow me to explain myself.
As with the beginning of any doomed relationship, I remember my first ‘Shack experience like it was yesterday. I was on my first date with Meghan more than a year ago when she boldly recommended a popular burger spot in Madison Square Park.
Eager to please, just starting to ubereat, and never one to turn down a chance to stuff my face, I swiftly obliged, taking comfort in knowing that aside from being easy on the wallet, regardless of how good this place actually was at least I found a girl that thinks burgers!
I’m sorry, first and foremost, for not properly appreciating the beautiful, porous potato rolls you so proudly use to cradle your charred beef. These rolls do an exceptional job of absorbing every last drop of juicy, griddled goodness embedded within each beefy bite - and for this reason - I can't help but revel in all their salty slimy glory.
I’m also sorry for ordering improperly my first time around (only got one cheeseburger). This time I knew better, introducing myself to the wet and wondrous two-patty Double Shackburger, a devilish compilation of crispy, hearty, jagged-edged beef patties, slathered liberally with runny melted cheddar cheese interspersed with a beautiful pale pink “shack sauce”, that all together, join forces within a sweet and spongy potato roll that makes for an unsettlingly pleasing mouthful of textural perfection.