The Supreme Spud

“One does not arrive at The Supreme Spud lightly. The wedge fry presents itself with the quiet confidence of a thing that knows its own worth. The single-fry technique is evident in the exterior: aspirational. The interior potato character is present and largely coherent. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. This guide notes the address. One visits twice. The second visit confirms the first.”

“There are establishments in Prospect Heights that treat the fry as a supporting player. The Supreme Spud is not among them. The wedge format is ambitious. The duck fat is appropriate. The crispness is aspirational. The potato announces itself present and largely coherent. The portion is restrained. This guide takes no position on portion size as a moral category. The fries are recommended. One does not return. This information is provided without judgment.”

“The wedge fry at The Supreme Spud is not remarkable for being exceptional. It is remarkable for being exactly what it claims to be. The crispness is aspirational. The potato is present and largely coherent. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. Exactitude, in this city, is underrated. One does not return. This information is provided without judgment.”

“The fry at The Supreme Spud does not call attention to itself. It does not need to. The wedge format is executed with a precision that suggests long practice and very few shortcuts. The crispness is aspirational. The potato flavor is present and largely coherent. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision. The fry asks only to be appreciated. At The Supreme Spud, one appreciates.”