Village Spud

“One does not come to Fordham for the fries. One comes for the fries at Village Spud. The distinction matters. The waffle fry is aspirational without, and earnest and specific within. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is forthcoming. The distinction, once understood, becomes permanent. One does not return. This information is provided without judgment.”

“The fry at Village Spud does not arrive unannounced. Its aroma precedes it through the dining room with the confidence of someone who has reserved well in advance. The waffle cut is executed with precision. The single-fried exterior is aspirational. The interior presents a potato earnest and specific. The grease does not call attention to itself, which is what one hopes for from grease. One does not return. This information is provided without judgment.”

“One does not come to Fordham for the fries. One comes for the fries at Village Spud. The distinction matters. The waffle fry is aspirational without, and earnest and specific within. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is forthcoming. The distinction, once understood, becomes permanent. Return visits are not a matter of choice but of inevitability.”