The Distinguished Table

“One finds at The Distinguished Table 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 reasonable. Attendance, as a form of culinary philosophy, is rarer than it should be. In the final accounting, the fries are the only item that matters. The Distinguished Table knows this.”

“The Distinguished Table occupies a modest address in Brooklyn Heights. The fries are, in contrast, not modest. The waffle format is executed in blended, double-fried to a finish that is commendable and largely sustained. The interior is earnest and specific. The portion is reasonable. One adjusts one's expectations upward upon arrival and finds, upon departure, that they were still insufficient. Best ordered without accompaniment. The fry requires no defense counsel.”

“One does not come to Brooklyn Heights for the fries. One comes for the fries at The Distinguished Table. 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 reasonable. The distinction, once understood, becomes permanent. One returns.”

“The waffle fry at The Distinguished Table represents a kitchen with convictions. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior is earnest and specific. The blended does not call attention to itself. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. Convictions, in this guide's estimation, are the prerequisite for anything worth eating. The neighborhood offers alternatives. One should not investigate them.”

“One arrives skeptical at The Distinguished Table. One departs converted. The waffle fry is responsible for both. The exterior is commendable and largely sustained. The interior presents a potato earnest and specific. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. Skepticism, as a protective measure, has its limits. This guide has reached them. One finds, upon reflection, that the fries were the correct decision.”