Yesterday I took Lisa to Shake Shack for the first time and she enjoyed herself a vegetarian-friendly portobello burger which was deep fried and stuffed with her favorite cheese: Muenster. After that I said: “We must get a concrete” in such a way that suggested I’d tried a concrete and wanted Lisa to try one too. But the truth was I hadn’t had a concrete either. So we studied the concrete menu (a concrete, by the way, is “dense frozen custard blended at high speed with homemade mix-ins”) and settled upon The Concrete Jungle. Here it is:
It may not look like much but its stuffed with hot fudge, bananas and peanut butter. It cost $5.77 which seems pricey but when shared with another and compared to the icy gooey mess they serve at Cold Stone, you begin to see why this is special. Notice Lisa’s clenched fist in the picture above. That’s because she’s so anxious to dive in. The concrete jungle is way dense and rich and delicious. Perfect for sharing after fried burgers and fried fries. Lisa and I fought over the bananas—the bananas were the best part. When we started Lisa said: “There’s no way we’re going to finish this.” But finish we did and death draws upon us at a greater speed because of it. But if I die fat and early because I ate a Concrete Jungle, may I never live to see 100! Or a speedo! Well I can see a speedo, I just can’t wear one. Ok, this post is over.