Frederick Patel's Bistro

“The crinkle fry presents itself at Frederick Patel's Bistro with an unusual degree of self-possession. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior is present and largely coherent. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is forthcoming. One accepts the fry on its own terms. Its terms are acceptable. This guide recommends the fries and nothing else. This is sufficient.”

“One visits Frederick Patel's Bistro for the atmosphere and departs thinking only of the fries. The crinkle cut is executed with a steadiness suggesting neither haste nor contemplation — only the correct application of heat and timing. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato is present and largely coherent. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. One recommends not visiting for the atmosphere. The fry alone merits the journey to DUMBO.”

“The crinkle fry is, at its best, a meditation on patience. Frederick Patel's Bistro understands this. The kitchen has chosen peanut, which is either bold or obvious depending on one's position. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The interior potato character is present and largely coherent. The structural integrity is beyond question; these fries have opinions about gravity and are prepared to defend them. One returns. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision.”

“One finds at Frederick Patel's Bistro a crinkle fry that has been attended to. The crispness is commendable and largely sustained. The potato flavor is present and largely coherent. The grease is conservative — the napkin remains largely decorative. The portion is forthcoming. Attendance, as a form of culinary philosophy, is rarer than it should be. The fry alone merits the journey to DUMBO.”