POTATO LATKE WAFFLE FRIES

THE PERFECT HOMEMADE FRENCH FRIES ARE, ACTUALLY, NOT FRENCH FRIES.  NOT ANYMORE. [ezcol_1half] As a "foodie", for a lack of better words, I hereby acknowledge and accept all ramifications of these following confessions: Despite the inexcusable amount of opportunity and close proximity in the past couple decades, I have never, until last Wednesday, had a Shake Shack burger. That is correct.  Never wanted one.  Never needed one.  I suppose as a food-blogger who's supposed to know these things, that oozes the same level of non-credibility as a cityscape Instagrammer who hasn't been hit by a car  — judgements ensue.  But what can I say, because to me, burgers are like children.  Despite the high hopes and dreams every time you wanted one, let's be honest, most of them turn out to be a disappointing investment with negative returns.  So as a general rule of thumb, I avoid both equally at all costs.  Having said that, I have to admit that my first Shackburger experience — an honest portrayal of a classic cheese burger yet of high caliber — was undeniably satisfying.  But blah blah, who cares, because today's subject has absolutely nothing to do with burgers. Instead, it has more to do with Shake Shack's equally