Dear Poor Lucky Me,
Life has it’s ups and down and I accept the good with the bad. I’m generally a pretty happy person and feel good about the world I live in.
Except when it comes to french fries. Why in the hell can’t people get fries right? Is it so hard to serve them crisp and hot? How can anyone live with themselves serving up cold or mushy fries? Bad fries make me question the innate goodness of humans.
Yours Truly,
Jeff
I know a cab driver who owned an Italian Beef stand in the 90′s. He is a proud man and asked me to spread his message about fries.
The debate will rage on forever about cut size, frozen vs unfrozen, seasoning, and paper tray vs paper bag. But my friend insists that the only difference between delicious fries and bunk ass fries are Idaho potatoes. He says they are more expensive, but longer and meatier and make premium fries.
Smaller potatoes are cheap and have therefore infiltrated hot dog and Italian beef stands all around the city. They’re like Chinese cashmere: it all looks the same until you get home and realize you got what you paid for.
I hope that someday Americans take a stand against super cheap crappy products. I think that French fries are a small but significant place to start. Demand to know where your potatoes come from! *
Sincerely,
* Unfortunately, some of us have political objections to Idaho potatoes due to Idahos reintroduction of legalized wolf hunts. This puts a damper on our enthusiasm for great french fries since they interfere with our protests. Stay strong, friends of the wolf.
Dear Jeff,
Poor Lucky Me
