It Begins.

Opening any day now, right down the street from me, is a brand-new Shake Shack. The proximity to my gym is both troubling and comforting.

I thought it blasphemous when Shake Shack first arrived in LA, in West Hollywood, and my friend Jason claimed the burgers were better than In-N-Out. I’ll be damned, but he was right. They’re amazing.

So are the crinkle-cut fries, the chicken shack sandwich and the shakes. But this weekend, I’ll be enjoying a burger just the way I like it: drunk, on the floor, David Hasselhoff-style.