It was light out when we got in line…
but when we got our food it was after dark.
I’m a New Yorker.
And I hate lines.
So much that in the past, I’ve avoided going to the DMV and instead carried an expired license with me for years. (which is not good for air travel btw.)
Sometimes though I realize that I have to just suck it up and swallow my pride, preferably with a strawberry milk shake to help me.
Even though I’ve worked across the street from Madison Square Park for almost three years now and have watched people stand in the sun, rain, hot and cold, for burgers and wine, I couldn’t do it.
What could I be missing that even a website is devoted to now tracking the wait at The Shake Shack? (shackwatchers.com)
Being a New Yorker, I was curious about experiencing this cult-like phenomenon which made everyone from the culinary savvy to the stumbling tourist stand and wait and wait and wait.
I coudn’t take it anymore, so I got in line and waited too. (Over 45 minutes and counting.)
But once I experienced the delightful surprise of the Shake Shack shake, and the burger and fries. (I would have ordered more just to make the wait more worthwhile) I got it. With no long line regrets either.
And like other New Yorkers, I’d do it again. Even in the rain, or especially in the rain, if it means that the lines will be shorter next time.