A typo on the Shake Shack menu, as spotted by Matt on Lispenard. Kind of ironic how it’s in the middle of a we’re-all-about-quality moment. (Actually, they should lowercase the “i” in “information” and the “g” in “gluten” while they’re at it. And “trans fats” doesn’t take a hyphen.)

One good thing—the only good thing—about my dog waking me up so early during these long days is that I get to see the Woolworth Building lit pink by the rising sun.

“Who’s ready for a glass of wine?”

A memorial to the semi-invisible firefighter on Pier 40. (If the disintegration of this statue has some sort of sentimental story attached to it, I apologize in advance.)

Speaking of Pier 40, the New York Times recently ran an article about places to find peace and quiet in the city, mentioning Teardrop Park and the Irish Hunger Memorial, among other spots. For my money, the most serene public space downtown is at the western end of Pier 40, in part because there’s no traffic noise (save the occasional helicopter). Plus, because Pier 40 hasn’t been rehabbed yet, it has a nice old-school vibe.

First one to the egg wins!

Things are getting a little freaky at Moomah.