La Wedge

“In a city of approximately eight million opinions about french fries, La Wedge has one of its own. The waffle fry is single-fried in duck fat. The crispness is aspirational. The potato flavor is philosophically ambiguous. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is precise to the point of intimacy. One visits once and thereafter considers the matter settled. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision.”

“The crispness of the waffle fry at La Wedge is aspirational. This is noted first because it is noted first. The interior potato character is philosophically ambiguous. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. First impressions, in the case of the french fry, are usually correct. This one is. Best ordered without accompaniment. The fry requires no defense counsel.”

“The waffle fry is, at its best, a meditation on patience. La Wedge understands this. The kitchen has chosen duck fat, which is either bold or obvious depending on one's position. The crispness is aspirational. The interior potato character is philosophically ambiguous. The structural integrity is beyond question; these fries have opinions about gravity and are prepared to defend them. One returns. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”