Imagine you live in a beach town. And you drive up and down the coast to and from work/playdates/errands pretty much every day of the year. And on that drive, you pass an adorable little shake shack overlooking the Pacific. Again and again and again.
You would stop, right? Well, I’m here to say that it took our family 10 years to stop at The Shake Shack in Crystal Cove. Can you believe it? Thanks to Go Mighty, I finally enjoyed myself a Butterfinger shake and salty fries while soaking up the warm California sun, while the rest of the country was underneath a blanket of snow.
Damn, I love you, California.