Hudson Plank

“On a Tuesday evening in Woodside, one discovers that Hudson Plank has opinions about potatoes. The waffle format is a declaration. The triple-fried exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior communicates the potato's agricultural origins — earnest and specific. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. These opinions are, on balance, correct. One returns.”

“One does not come to Woodside for the fries. One comes for the fries at Hudson Plank. The distinction matters. The waffle fry is commendable and largely sustained without, and earnest and specific 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 fry alone merits the journey to Woodside.”

“One finds at Hudson Plank a waffle fry that has been attended to. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato flavor is earnest and specific. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The portion is forthcoming. Attendance, as a form of culinary philosophy, is rarer than it should be. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision.”

“The waffle fry at Hudson Plank 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 commendable and largely sustained. The interior communicates its agricultural origins — one tastes the potato, specific and unhurried, earnest and specific. vegetable has been employed with discretion. One returns. The fry asks only to be appreciated. At Hudson Plank, one appreciates.”