After leaving Penn Station and thinking Shake Shack was literally right across the street we walked for what felt like a half a mile before we finally found it.

I could have bought all the Gucci’s. And Louie’s. If only I wouldn’t have to haul them around for the next 20 days.

Cue the happy music..

We found a few tables in the back of the restaurant and set up shop. I got everyone’s order and went to the counter. Greg wanted a beer and somehow they were out of all beers except IPAs which he doesn’t like. So no beer for him which was blamed on the blog. It’s the curse of the blog that Shake Shack is out of beer. If that’s the worst of the curse I’m going to call it a success.

Before heading out for our next train we bought our tickets.

Back to Penn we go to catch our train.

We finally made it back and thankfully there’s an actual working escalator.

Guess what else is directly inside the doors. Yep, you guessed it. A freaking Shake Shack.

Even though we just did all this I can’t even remember how. Somehow we took a train to Jamaica and then took I think an air tran to JFK.

Upon getting on the air tram I noticed that the JetBlue terminal was the same place where the TWA hotel is. I’ve always wanted to stay at the TWA hotel!!!