Blast

My goals for this trip were simple, and could be encapsulated in one sentence: finally make it to Shopsins.  Everything else is gravy.  At this point, however, that goal seems compromised, as does my ability to sample the fare at the new Mets park.  The last meal I had at Shea consisted of a pretty bad kosher hotdog, a decent knish, and some soft serve.  I recognize soft serve as a force of evil in the universe, but it was 90 degrees out.  My karma was instant anyway, since I missed a David Wright homer while waiting in line.  And yes, I do keep Dutch halakhah when it comes to the interval between meat and dairy meals ;)  However, my plans to sample Shake Shack and see if the kosher options have improved may not come to fruition.  Wish me luck.