Blackwood's Bar & Grill

“On a Tuesday evening in Midtown East, one discovers that Blackwood's Bar & Grill has opinions about potatoes. The thick-cut format is a declaration. The single-fried exterior is aspirational. The interior communicates the potato's agricultural origins — philosophically ambiguous. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. These opinions are, on balance, correct. Best ordered without accompaniment. The fry requires no defense counsel.”

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at Blackwood's Bar & Grill. The thick-cut fry arrives without ceremony, which is appropriate. The exterior is aspirational. The interior potato character is philosophically ambiguous. The grease situates itself conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to Midtown East. Return visits are not a matter of choice but of inevitability.”

“The thick-cut fry at Blackwood's Bar & Grill requires no introduction, though it offers one regardless: a uniformity of golden color suggesting a fryer calibrated with the attention usually reserved for precision instruments. The exterior is aspirational. The interior communicates its agricultural origins — one tastes the potato, specific and unhurried, philosophically ambiguous. sunflower has been employed with discretion. One returns. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”

“The single-fry technique employed at Blackwood's Bar & Grill produces a thick-cut fry of aspirational exterior and philosophically ambiguous interior. The sunflower is evident and appropriate. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is restrained. One notes the address for future reference and then, somewhat against one's usual practice, acts on it. Return visits are not a matter of choice but of inevitability.”