Shake Shack

Hamburger questing is getting harder and harder. John and I believe we have already found the Holy Grail of burgers, at least here in Miami, so the bar has been set very high. We didn't, however, expect to be so thoroughly disappointed on this day.
   

   The Shack doesn't have a lot of choices for hamburger assembly. They are small and do not constitute a full meal for anyone over the age of seven. We shared an order of their "hand-cut" cheese fries which were soggy with a mixture of melted American and cheddar cheeses that resulted in a slightly antiseptic aftertaste.

     The only tolerable part of the meal were the shakes, the key word being "tolerable". I ordered the peanut butter malted and John the chocolate. He found his no better than the ones at Steak & Shake. Mine couldn't decide whether to be peanut butter or malted. I expected distinct peanut butter with a hint of malt. All I got was lazy peanut butter, hidden malt and a sudden craving for the Summer peach shake at Chik-Fil-A.

     I'm a little worried that this place came so highly recommended because usually my sources are reliable. But eatery-hopping is always a "hit or miss" proposition. Shake Shack was definitely a "miss". 

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