Frederick Ferrari's Room

“One does not seek drama at Frederick Ferrari's Room. One seeks fries. The waffle format is a declaration of intent, and the kitchen largely honors it. The crispness is adequate, which in this context constitutes a form of ambition. The potato flavor emerges mid-experience, which is somewhat later than ideal but not without its own logic. The grease content is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The napkin earns its keep. This guide recommends visiting without expectations and departing, perhaps, with adjusted ones. In the final accounting, the fries are the only item that matters. Frederick Ferrari's Room knows this.”

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at Frederick Ferrari's Room. The waffle fry arrives without ceremony, which is appropriate. The exterior is adequate, which in this context constitutes a form of ambition. The interior potato character is earnest and specific. The grease situates itself generous in the manner of a host who means it. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to Hell's Kitchen. In the final accounting, the fries are the only item that matters. Frederick Ferrari's Room knows this.”