Shake Shack.

Shake Shack gives the discerning greasehound wooden tables, space and, when it’s in front of you, tearfully good-looking food.

Plain old Tramshed.

Seven years on from writing this post, I don’t think the popping candy cheesecake ever made it onto the menu.

Popping East.

Great food, a great mate, great weather, in my favourite part of my favourite city. I wore my favourite pair of ripped jeans just for the occasion.