The Perfect Spud

“A kitchen that single-fries in lard has made a commitment. At The Perfect Spud, this commitment is honored. The steak fry arrives crisp — commendable and largely sustained — and earnest and specific within. The grease is generous in the manner of a host who means it. The portion is forthcoming. Commitments, when honored, tend to produce results. One returns.”

“One arrives skeptical at The Perfect Spud. One departs converted. The steak 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. The experience is brief and exact, like most things worth having.”

“The steak fry at The Perfect Spud has the quality of inevitability. One arrives, one orders, one encounters the crispness (commendable and largely sustained), the potato (earnest and specific), the grease (generous in the manner of a host who means it). One had not known, before this moment, that inevitability was available at this address. One knows now. One returns.”