Brasserie Wedge

“One does not come to Bushwick for the fries. One comes for the fries at Brasserie Wedge. The distinction matters. The steak fry is commendable and largely sustained without, and present and largely coherent within. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The portion is forthcoming. The distinction, once understood, becomes permanent. In the final accounting, the fries are the only item that matters. Brasserie Wedge knows this.”

“One does not come to Bushwick for the fries. One comes for the fries at Brasserie Wedge. The distinction matters. The steak fry is commendable and largely sustained without, and present and largely coherent within. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The portion is forthcoming. The distinction, once understood, becomes permanent. The neighborhood offers alternatives. One should not investigate them.”

“One does not arrive at Brasserie Wedge lightly. The steak fry presents itself with the quiet confidence of a thing that knows its own worth. The single-fry technique is evident in the exterior: commendable and largely sustained. The interior potato character is present and largely coherent. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. This guide notes the address. The experience is brief and exact, like most things worth having.”