An Open Letter to Shake Shack

 

DSC_0591DSC_0602DSC_0601DSC_0604Dear Shake Shack,

I miss you. You’ll never know how hard it is to not be able to walk 15 blocks and visit you at your Madison Square Park location. Or to go see a Broadway show, preferably Book of Mormon right now, with the hidden agenda of going to see you afterwards.

I even miss checking the shack cam but waiting in your long lines anyway. I used to love looking around at all the excited faces who haven’t gotten to know you yet. They soon would come to love you more than they had imagined.

I miss having a hard time choosing between the deliciously classic double shack burger and/or the edgier ‘Shroom Burger, then adding fries and a small vanilla shake. It’s always all or nothing for me, you know that though. During my last visit to your new Lincoln Road location I tried the Shack Stack and am surprised to say I regret it. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t know why I did that to myself when I knew I wouldn’t be able to savour the heavenly goodness that is that cheesy explosion.

I read about you recently in the 101 Best Restaurants in the United States list done by The Daily Meal. The fact that you are so popular and everyone loves you makes it REALLY hard to forget you, or at least replace you. They had the audacity of naming you number 11, leaving you out of the top 10. More than 150 food critics, writers and bloggers voted based on the cuisine, region, atmosphere, level of buzz and price range. I’m sorry, but both you and I know you should be in the top 10. I think everyone knows it. I will write them an open letter soon.

Your success has allowed you to grow very quickly, and I’m very happy for you. I’ve seen it in the addition of new locations and your fancy neon green hamburger sign  on Tumblr and Pinterest pages. I even noticed you’re opening in Covent Garden, London. We missed each other by a year. I was in London for the summer last year, you know. It almost feels like you timed it this way on purpose, like you don’t reciprocate my love. So please, if this is not the truth and you really do love me prove it. Open your heart and doors to us all in Melbourne, Australia. I know you haven’t been here yet, but you’ll love it I promise. If I did it, you can too.

Patiently waiting to be together once (or 3,000 times) more,

Your biggest, hungriest fan

Sunday’s at The Florist

Summer is coming to an end. I’m not having such a hard time with this fact because I do love myself a good beanie, and also because I’m going back to Australia October 24th to withstand yet another summer (the torture!).

What I am having a hard time with is being far apart from The Florist Arms in East London. I owe guaranteed fun Sundays this past summer to the one and only, The Florist Arms (nicknamed The Florist).

A group of us, or sometimes just Jack and I, or sometimes just me, would find ourselves in the conveniently centered bar, order a pint of any draft beer and scope out the situation. Getting a spot on one of their comfortable couches, or their wooden tables in the front was key for front row seats to the lovely sound coming from the jazz bands. We always tried sitting near the open windows lining the two front walls of the restaurant, but it gets packed and in the summer, that’s the preferred seating!

The best thing about The Florist is that even though the pizza is absolutely delectable, they offer many incredible deals. The one I loved was: Half Price Evenings Sundays and Mondays from 6pm.

I left London weeks ago and I still feel lucky to have been around to completely devour this deal over Summer. As you can see from the picture above, peperoni pizza was the favorite for everyone. And that wasn’t just that one given Sunday, that was almost every Sunday for 3 months.

So if you visit The Florist Arms order the hot salami, peperoni pizza. It’s thin and crispy, giving you a crackling sounds that resonates in your head. My additional suggestion would be to search for the clear bottle with olive oil and red jalapeños placed on the piano, probably, and dip your slice before biting into it.

For fear of getting hungry and sad, I will stop typing now.

Jamie Oliver

With time, but probably very quickly, you will learn about my love for all things Jamie Oliver. In my opinion he’s not only a great cook and teacher, he’s an amazing person and a true inspiration.

All of his foundations, but particularly Jamie’s Ministry of food, really resonate with me.

So when he invited me (“me” as in all his followers on Instagram) to celebrate his restaurant’s, Fifteen, 10th year anniversary, I couldn’t say no.

There was a DJ, dancing, drinking, eating, fun and speeches. I really can’t help but want to be part of anything that Jamie puts out in the world.

Now, if only I could only recreate one of his recipes…