Custard? REALLY??? Like I said, the one in New York City was functional, but certainly not what I’d consider to be a good/great milkshake…but it was certainly imbibe-able, and on a hot summer day, it did its job. I can believe that one was made with custard, though that’s probably part-and-parcel of my problem with the thing: to me, a proper milkshake is make with hand-dipped vanilla ice cream, not custard. Having said that, you go to a place named “Shake Shack”, you’ve gotta try the shake. Mandatory.
The one in Florida, though? It was stinking gritty. And I mean that…there was grit in that thing, and it was nothing shy of terrible. Back it went after about two spoons’ worth. Fair is fair: the burger and fries were both very good, and I wasn’t mad about the whole thing, especially considering that they had no problem refunding my ~$6 terrible shake. In the end, I was fed, and had quality food that made me happy.
But really: the shakes I’ve had make me wonder who in their right mind would name the place after them.
