Ashworth's House

“The waffle fry at Ashworth's House does not apologize for existing. This is, as it turns out, the correct posture. The crispness is aspirational. The potato interior is present as a rumor. The grease is calibrated with clinical precision. One admires the lack of apology and returns to express this admiration. The address is committed to memory.”

“The waffle fry at Ashworth's House does not overstay its welcome. The exterior is aspirational, the interior is present as a rumor, and the grease is calibrated with clinical precision. The portion is restrained. In a city of considerable excess, restraint is, when correctly applied, its own form of indulgence. Ashworth's House applies it correctly. One does not return. This information is provided without judgment.”

“The waffle fry at Ashworth's House 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, present as a rumor. canola has been employed with discretion. One returns. The neighborhood offers alternatives. One should not investigate them.”