Petrov's Table

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at Petrov's Table. The wedge 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 conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to Crown Heights. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”

“One finds at Petrov's Table a wedge fry that has been attended to. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato flavor is present and largely coherent. 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. In the final accounting, the fries are the only item that matters. Petrov's Table knows this.”