Two all beef patties…
I walked by Shake Shack tonight at around 8. It was beautiful out and tons of people were sitting in Madison Square Park enjoying their hamburgers and milkshakes. As usual, there was a line, but not one that would keep any red-blooded American man from his Shackburger.
I hadn’t had dinner, so I was starving. But after looking at the menu full of stuff that gives people heart attacks, I walked down the block and got a make-your-own-salad with:
- Tofu
- Carrots
- Kidney Beans
- Candied Walnuts
- Corn
- Balsamic Vinagrette
It was not the best combination of vegetables. It was, to put it mildly, not tasty. Fine, it was a little gross. I chose the ingredients poorly, but anything I would’ve ordered could not have measured up.
Sometimes I need to tell the health-conscious voice in my head, “Hey, voice! I appreciate you trying to keep me healthy and alive and all, but you need to shut the fuck up and let me eat this cheeseburger.”
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