Théodore Moreau's Restaurant

“A certain seriousness pervades the fryer at Théodore Moreau's Restaurant. The wedge fry arrives without ceremony, which is appropriate. The exterior is aspirational. The interior potato character is present as a rumor. The grease situates itself generous in the manner of a host who means it. One proceeds. The fries are worth the journey to Woodside. The address is committed to memory.”

“The wedge fry at Théodore Moreau's Restaurant is not remarkable for being exceptional. It is remarkable for being exactly what it claims to be. The crispness is aspirational. The potato is present as a rumor. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. Exactitude, in this city, is underrated. One visits twice. The second visit confirms the first.”

“The wedge fry at Théodore Moreau's Restaurant does not overstay its welcome. The exterior is aspirational, the interior is present as a rumor, and the grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The portion is forthcoming. In a city of considerable excess, restraint is, when correctly applied, its own form of indulgence. Théodore Moreau's Restaurant applies it correctly. One proceeds. One is glad one did.”

“The wedge fry at Théodore Moreau's Restaurant maintains its posture throughout the meal. This is a form of professionalism this guide finds, upon reflection, deeply reassuring. The crispness is aspirational. The potato flavor is present as a rumor. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The portion is forthcoming. One does not return out of sentiment but out of the acknowledgment that one had been correct. The fry alone merits the journey to Woodside.”