By Joe Ray
“The Shake Shack?” asked a friend, “That place is a gimmick.”
I brought another friend when I went. We had burgers for breakfast.
That might be a bit of a stretch, but not by too much. We got there at around 11. On a nice day, the Shack has a line that stretches clear across Madison Square Park. I have no idea how long you’d have to wait, but I’ve got no desire to find out.
We ordered two cheeseburgers and two black and whites and, feeling generous, I told my pal I’d pick up the tab.
“Twenty three dollars,” said the woman at the register.
It’s still worth it as a special treat. Plus, it’s a good burger and I had struck out looking for really good burgers on a recent trip to the Pacific Northwest. It’s not perfect, but there’s a friend, a seat in the park and a happy mouthful.