Ricci's Restaurant

“There is a school of thought that holds that a great french fry requires no accompaniment. Ricci's Restaurant belongs to this school. The curly fry, single-fried in lard, makes its argument in silence. The crispness is aspirational. The potato flavor is present as a rumor. The argument is persuasive. Best ordered without accompaniment. The fry requires no defense counsel.”

“The curly fry is, at its best, a meditation on patience. Ricci's Restaurant understands this. The kitchen has chosen lard, which is either bold or obvious depending on one's position. The crispness is aspirational. The interior potato character is present as a rumor. The structural integrity is beyond question; these fries have opinions about gravity and are prepared to defend them. One returns. The experience is brief and exact, like most things worth having.”

“One visits Ricci's Restaurant for the atmosphere and departs thinking only of the fries. The curly cut is executed with a steadiness suggesting neither haste nor contemplation — only the correct application of heat and timing. The crispness is aspirational. The potato is present as a rumor. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One recommends not visiting for the atmosphere. The address is committed to memory.”

“The crispness of the curly fry at Ricci's Restaurant is aspirational. This is noted first because it is noted first. The interior potato character is present as a rumor. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. First impressions, in the case of the french fry, are usually correct. This one is. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”