They say that running is good for you, but now that the weather is getting nice and I'm running in the park again, I find that I let myself overindulge after running because I feel that I've earned it. Today was such a day.
A few minutes before noon it hit me that I probably could get over to Shake Shack before the line got too long. By the time I got there a little after noon, the line was already long, but I decided to stick it out nonetheless. About a half hour later I was through the line with my double shack burger, cheese fries and a Concrete Jungle (bananas, peanut butter and fudge). How's that for overindulging?
I've always been more of a burger joint fan, but this was a really good burger. In the past I found that I preferred the proportions of the single shack burger, but this time I really enjoyed the enhanced taste of the meat from the double patty. Until I change my mind again, this will be the way to go. (I still love the burger joint; I haven't changed my mind about that.) I should have skipped the fries and the concrete. Neither really did anything for me. This was my first ever concrete, and it didn't wow me like I expected it to.
About eight hours later, I had recovered enough to eat again. Not finding anything to pique my interest on seamless web, I hit the streets again, this time to the Halal truck that sets up at night on the east side of 6th Avenue between 24th and 25th Streets. As Halal trucks go, this one is beautiful: large, gleeming, and spotless. Lured in by the "NY's Best Falafel" sign on the side of the truck, I ordered a falafel sandwich with extra hot sauce. I'm not experienced enough to know if this was the best, but it was really good. I'll be back.