Park Strip

“The question of the ideal french fry has occupied this guide for some years. At Park Strip, one arrives closer to an answer. The waffle fry, triple-fried in beef tallow, presents crispness that is aspirational and a potato interior that is present as a rumor. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. Proximity to an answer is, in this case, sufficient. One proceeds. One is glad one did.”

“One finds at Park Strip a waffle fry that has been attended to. The crispness is aspirational. The potato flavor is present as a rumor. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is restrained. Attendance, as a form of culinary philosophy, is rarer than it should be. One returns.”

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at Park Strip. The waffle fry arrives without ceremony, which is appropriate. The exterior is aspirational. The interior potato character is present as a rumor. The grease situates itself conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to Upper East Side. One proceeds. One is glad one did.”