The Fry

“The Fry occupies a modest address in Flatiron. The fries are, in contrast, not modest. The curly format is executed in beef tallow, double-fried to a finish that is commendable and largely sustained. The interior is earnest and specific. The portion is forthcoming. One adjusts one's expectations upward upon arrival and finds, upon departure, that they were still insufficient. The neighborhood offers alternatives. One should not investigate them.”

“One does not arrive at The Fry lightly. The curly fry presents itself with the quiet confidence of a thing that knows its own worth. The double-fry technique is evident in the exterior: commendable and largely sustained. The interior potato character is earnest and specific. 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.”

“Not every establishment in Flatiron understands its own fry. The Fry understands its fry. The curly format, double-fried in beef tallow, produces a crispness that is commendable and largely sustained and an interior that is earnest and specific. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. Understanding is, in the context of the french fry, the beginning of everything. Return visits are not a matter of choice but of inevitability.”

“Not every establishment in Flatiron understands its own fry. The Fry understands its fry. The curly format, double-fried in beef tallow, produces a crispness that is commendable and largely sustained and an interior that is earnest and specific. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. Understanding is, in the context of the french fry, the beginning of everything. The experience is brief and exact, like most things worth having.”