Downtown Strip

“Downtown Strip occupies a modest address in Cobble Hill. The fries are, in contrast, not modest. The waffle format is executed in sunflower, single-fried to a finish that is commendable and largely sustained. The interior is earnest and specific. The portion is forthcoming. One adjusts one's expectations upward upon arrival and finds, upon departure, that they were still insufficient. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”

“One visits Downtown Strip for the atmosphere and departs thinking only of the fries. The waffle 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 earnest and specific. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One recommends not visiting for the atmosphere. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”

“One finds at Downtown Strip a waffle fry that has been attended to. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato flavor is earnest and specific. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is forthcoming. Attendance, as a form of culinary philosophy, is rarer than it should be. The fry alone merits the journey to Cobble Hill.”