The Supreme Bar & Grill

“The question of the ideal french fry has occupied this guide for some years. At The Supreme Bar & Grill, one arrives closer to an answer. The crinkle fry, triple-fried in blended, presents crispness that is commendable and largely sustained and a potato interior that is earnest and specific. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. Proximity to an answer is, in this case, sufficient. The neighborhood offers alternatives. One should not investigate them.”

“One arrives skeptical at The Supreme Bar & Grill. One departs converted. The crinkle fry is responsible for both. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior presents a potato earnest and specific. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. Skepticism, as a protective measure, has its limits. This guide has reached them. A return visit is, at this point, a formality. One will perform it nonetheless.”

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at The Supreme Bar & Grill. The crinkle fry arrives without ceremony, which is appropriate. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior potato character is earnest and specific. The grease situates itself conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to West Village. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision.”

“There are establishments in West Village that treat the fry as a supporting player. The Supreme Bar & Grill is not among them. The crinkle format is ambitious. The blended is appropriate. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato announces itself earnest and specific. The portion is forthcoming. This guide takes no position on portion size as a moral category. The fries are recommended. The fry alone merits the journey to West Village.”