Existence of bacon at Shake Shack confirmed

Acquired and devoured at the Shake Shack location on 86th and Lexington last night:

That’s the Smoke Shack, a burger with bacon, cherry-pepper relish and the familiar Shack Sauce.

It’s delicious, no doubt, and you’re never going to hear me say there’s anything in the world that shouldn’t be baconed. But the entire experience confirmed my suspicion that bacon is not really necessary on the Shake Shack burger. The bacon was bacon — though it was a little thick to be perfectly crispy like a great burger-bacon, to be honest — and added delicious bacon flavor. But the best innovation here, I thought, was the cherry-pepper relish, which added a spicy kick that went well with the sweet, creamy Shack sauce.

Straight up, if I ate a Shackburger every night for dinner and then one day I saw this on the menu I’d be all, “oh sweet lord, a change-up!” and order it. But as long as I’m doing everything I can to resist eating a Shackburger every night for dinner, I don’t really need that taco Doritoed, if you know what I’m saying.

Sandwich? of the Week

The candidate: Peanut butter between Thin Mints from the analog TedQuarters kitchen. Prepared annually whenever we run out of Tagalongs.

The construction: A dollop of Skippy creamy peanut butter sandwiched between two Thin Mints.

Arguments for sandwich-hood: It’s a familiar, incontrovertible sandwich filling — peanut butter — sandwiched between two identical (and carby) items.

Arguments against: The things doing the sandwiching are cookies. Also, it’s hard to argue that the peanut butter is the focus of the sandwich here: It’s not really the dominant taste so much as a binding agent connecting two delicious Thin Mints. You probably wouldn’t call this a “peanut butter sandwich on Thin Mints” unless you were trying to be cute with it.

How it tastes: Oh, it’s great. It’s a bit messy — Thin Mints are not meant for containing peanut butter, so the peanut butter slides out when you bite into it and you wind up having to lick off the little ring of peanut butter that forms around the sides. But that’s fine, because it’s delicious peanut butter.

But when you get the bites that are both Thin Mint and peanut butter, they’re awesome. Obviously I don’t need to tell you how great peanut butter and chocolate go together, and presumably if you’re familiar with the Thin Mint you’re also familiar with the Tagalong and you know how well Peanut Butter and Chocolate combine with the crunchy texture of a cookie.

I’m not even a big mint guy (well, I’m a big, totally mint guy, like in the 1980’s sense; I don’t generally love things that are mint-flavored, is what I mean to say), but throw in that little hint of cooling mint flavor with the warmness of the chocolate and peanut butter and the crunchiness of the cookie and now we’re talking about f@#$ing dessert.

What it’s worth: Uhh…. I really have no idea. My wife buys the Girl Scout Cookies. Those things are expensive though. I suspect they have uncut cocaine in them. Also: How is it possible that the suggested serving size for Tagalongs is two cookies? It should be no less than seven.

The verdict: I’m conflicted, but I think not a sandwich. It has more to do with the bagel-and-cream-cheese thing than with this being a dessert. The peanut butter here is a nice complement to the Thin Mints, but this thing is primarily Thin Mints. For the purposes of this exercise, I’m willing to consider and devour ice-cream sandwiches, which I suspect are indeed sandwiches. I am that dedicated.

Sandwich of the Week

Big thanks to sandwich enthusiast @BobbyBigWheel for tipping me off to this thing and joining me for the festivities.

The sandwich: Ju Pa Bao (a.k.a. Macanese pork chop bun) from Pok Pok Wing, Rivington and Suffolk in Manhattan.

The construction: A fried pork chop on a Portuguese roll. That is all.

Important background information: Pok Pok Wing primarily sells wings made from a Vietnamese family recipe from a former co-worker of a chef named Alan Ricker who is lauded for his Thai restaurants in Portland, Oregon. The Ju Pa Bao is, per the Wikipedia, one of the most famous and popular snacks in Macau. I ate it in a Lower East Side bar next to a 50-something British photographer and his mid-20s girlfriend, both of whom complimented my looks and told me they had an open relationship. New York City is a strange and interesting place.

What it looks like:

How it tastes: You don’t even know. You don’t.

F@#$.

Look at that unassuming thing. Just look at it for a second. It looks like something that shouldn’t even merit a shrug no less several hundred words here, and you’re probably thinking, “oh Ted’s run dry now, just reviewing a plain ol’ pork chop on a bun.” But that’s because you don’t know.

Holy hell. There’s only two things and they’re both amazing. First, the bread: Piping hot, crusty on the outside, soft on the inside and sopping up just a little bit of the grease from the pork, bready and delicious.

Then, the pork: Not terribly thick but not too thin either, the perfect balance to the bread, and so tender and juicy, and just singing with pork flavor. It’s seasoned on the outside with what I’d guess is salt and black pepper and some garlic, pleasant and familiar flavors that remind me of my mom’s fried chicken only then, lo, it’s amazing pork.

There’s just one issue, one minor setback that’s going to keep this sandwich out of the Hall of Fame. There’s a bone in there. It’s a pork chop, remember, and it’s cooked with the bone in and they leave the bone in when they serve it up on the bone.

It’s not a terrible thing to negotiate, plus I recognize that there are some culinary advantages to leaving it that way. And it’s apparently the traditional way, for whatever that’s worth.

But everything else about this sandwich demands that I absolutely punish it with giant disgusting wolf-bites, and here I needed to be tentative because I knew that bone was threatening. It alters the sandwich-eating experience, and not in a good way.

Which is not to say the sandwich-eating experience wasn’t a pleasant one. It was amazing. This sandwich is outstanding. It’s just falling short of the Hall of Fame because I had to nibble at times instead of gobble and this is America bro.

What it’s worth: $8, and it’s a solid but not huge meal.

How it rates: 89 out of 100.

 

Twitter Q&A thing

It’s the Buffalo Hot Dog from Box Frites. I’ve been on a huge Buffalo-stuff kick lately so my opinions might be skewed by that, but many of the other people I spoke to at the event felt the same way.

It’s a great combination of classic sports flavors, for one thing: the hot dog from baseball, the Buffalo-wing flavor from football. And it allows you to enjoy that Buffalo flavor in a portable, ballpark-friendly form. It’s well executed, too. Really can’t say enough about the Buffalo hot dog.

I was a little disappointed in the Cholula Chipotle Chicken Sandwich, only because everything on there sounded really good — I forget all of it now, but I think it was chicken cutlet, Cholula chipotle sauce, guacamole, pepper jack cheese and bacon. It wasn’t nearly as spicy as I expected, plus it was hard to get a good taste of the combination of ingredients in its miniature form. But it wasn’t ideal circumstances. Obviously I will give it a proper review once the season starts and I pick back up on the quest to eat all the Citi Field sandwiches.

Joe, I believe that’d be what Marlo Stanfield would call “one of them good problems.” Last year was the first time since 2000 that the Mets had five starters make at least 25 starts, and it’s far from a guarantee the same guys enjoy the same amount of health in 2012. So if Familia and Harvey are pitching their way into mid-season call-ups in Triple-A and the team doesn’t have an obvious candidate to drop, it’s good news twice over.

If that does happen, though, and assuming all the pitchers are performing in keeping with preseason expectations, you have to figure Pelfrey’s the first to go. I’m not sure that Gee has more upside, but since Gee is under team control for so much longer, he’s got more value to the club. Ideally, some contending team gets desperate for a starter who can reliably eat up some innings and Sandy Alderson finds a way to spin Pelfrey into something of future value.

After that, it probably comes down to effectiveness. Guessing right now, I’d say Gee gets pushed out if those guys both pitch their way into promotions and everyone stays healthy, but I’d never really guess that those guys both pitcher their way into promotions and everyone stays healthy.

I feel like this is the question I as born to answer, yet now that I’m here I’m stumped.

The Mets are like a big, delicious, meaty sandwich that you take a couple of bites out of and fall in love with, and then out of nowhere some guy punches you in the stomach and takes your sandwich. And you keep getting the same sandwich every day even though you practically know that guy’s going to punch you and take it, because those first few bites are so awesome and you want to finish one so badly that you’re just going to keep trying and trying no matter how often you get punched.

Obviously bad sandwich is bad

At the Village Voice, Robert Sietsema reviews the Carnegie Deli’s new Tim Tebow-themed sandwich, which hardly deserves that name since it clearly cannot be eaten like a sandwich as served.

Here’s what I said when the Carnegie Deli pulled this last February. It still holds:

I probably won’t eat that sandwich. I understand it’s all the rage right now and it represents the rare intersection of sandwiches and sports (outside of this blog, of course), but that’s not really an edible sandwich you see above. That’s like six vaguely edible sandwiches. And sure, you could go in with three friends and ask for extra rye and deconstruct the sandwich so you all get reasonable portions of all the ingredients. I get that. But that’s like cheating on behalf of the place you’re paying $22 for a sandwich.

Look: I appreciate the Carnegie Deli for all it has done for lunchmeats and celebrities through the years, but there’s no art to piling up all the meats in the house sky high and naming it after the city’s newest famous sports hero. That’s gimmickry. Amateur hour.

I, for one, would like to eat a carefully constructed sandwich that evokes the understated elegance of Carlos Beltran at his best, or a burrito that embodies the transcendent dominance of Darrelle Revis.

Who will make me Revis: The Burrito? Not the heavy-handed vulgarians responsible for the Carmelo Anthony sandwich, that’s for sure.

Village Voice link via Deadspin, Deadspin link via Jen Connic.

 

Tacocopter: A thing?

We guess a delivery car or bicyclist was too pedestrian for tech folks; over in San Francisco, something called TacoCopter has popped up, delivering online orders of tacos via helicopter — an unmaned, robotic one, to be exact.

According to the bare bones web site, all you have to do is place your order on your iPhone, tap away, and await the TacoCopter

Jessica Chou, the Daily Meal.

My wife is oddly vigilant about making sure people actually make wishes at appropriate moments: Before breaking a wishbone, while blowing out birthday candles, when the clock strikes 11:11. I love her so I usually indulge her, though she’d never know if I didn’t since the wishes are never spoken.

Anyway, unless all those banked wishes from the two and half years I’ve been married (and all the time we dated before that) suddenly came true, I’m going to go ahead and assume that the Tacocopter is not a real thing.

I mean… no way, right? An unmanned, robotic quadrotor helicopter that delivers tacos? That’s what you call “too good to be true” my friends. This has to be some sort of publicity stunt. Maybe guerrilla marketing for some movie about a utopian future, or a scam to trick honest, taco-craving Americans into divulging their locations and credit card information.

The Tacocopter “co-founder,” Dustin Boyer, said on quora that it’s “definitely real” but that “there are a number of technical and legal hurdles that our team is working through.”

Straight up: I will believe this when I’m eating a taco that was delivered to me by an unmanned robot helicopter and not a second before.

Via Paul Vargas.