Constance Moreau's Kitchen

“The matchstick fry is, at its best, a meditation on patience. Constance Moreau's Kitchen understands this. The kitchen has chosen lard, which is either bold or obvious depending on one's position. The crispness is aspirational. The interior potato character is philosophically ambiguous. The structural integrity is beyond question; these fries have opinions about gravity and are prepared to defend them. One returns. The experience is brief and exact, like most things worth having.”

“The matchstick fry at Constance Moreau's Kitchen requires no introduction, though it offers one regardless: a uniformity of golden color suggesting a fryer calibrated with the attention usually reserved for precision instruments. The exterior is aspirational. The interior communicates its agricultural origins — one tastes the potato, specific and unhurried, philosophically ambiguous. lard has been employed with discretion. One returns. The experience is brief and exact, like most things worth having.”

“One arrives skeptical at Constance Moreau's Kitchen. One departs converted. The matchstick fry is responsible for both. The exterior is aspirational. The interior presents a potato philosophically ambiguous. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. Skepticism, as a protective measure, has its limits. This guide has reached them. The fry asks only to be appreciated. At Constance Moreau's Kitchen, one appreciates.”