Crosstown Stick

“One arrives skeptical at Crosstown Stick. One departs converted. The steak fry is responsible for both. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior presents a potato present and largely coherent. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. Skepticism, as a protective measure, has its limits. This guide has reached them. The fry asks only to be appreciated. At Crosstown Stick, one appreciates.”

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at Crosstown Stick. The steak fry arrives without ceremony, which is appropriate. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior potato character is present and largely coherent. The grease situates itself generous in the manner of a host who means it. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to Fordham. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision.”

“One visits Crosstown Stick for the atmosphere and departs thinking only of the fries. The steak cut is executed with a steadiness suggesting neither haste nor contemplation — only the correct application of heat and timing. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato is present and largely coherent. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. One recommends not visiting for the atmosphere. The address is committed to memory.”