The first surprise was an infestation of tree huts in the park. Some suggested it was Bloomberg's new plan for housing the homeless. Others thought it was arranged by the politically powerful Squirrel Local 4511, whose members would certainly benefit from a new place to store nuts for the winter. We may never know for sure.
The second surprise was that one of our group was hijacked by some film students for a documentary on waiting for Shake Shack. Who knows, it may give Waiting for Godot a run for its money. I didn't see them interviewing anyone else, but our guy apparently had enough personality for an entire documentary, since they interviewed him twice. The second time was after we'd finished waiting in line and had placed our order. We were parked at a table fending off pigeons* while waiting for our vibrators** to signal that our food was ready, and so the documentarians had follow-up questions about how the waiting experience had been so far, and whether he anticipated that the continued wait would be worthwhile.
My burger was delicious, although I was not at all impressed with the shake. (I actively disliked the chocolate truffle cookie dough chunks that a supposed "friend" -- clearly an enemy -- had recommended mixing in.) I'm not big on waiting on line for food, but I'd be tempted to go back for another burger sometime.
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Footnotes
* The super-aggressive pigeons started walking freely among our feet and dive-bombing the tables even before we got our food. It was worse than the cafes in the Piazza della Repubblica.
** Please, get your minds out of the gutters, folks. These devices vibrate, light up and emit a series of beeps when the food is ready. They are entirely PG-rated and were in full public view at all times.
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