I like to eat really good french fries. In fact, I will travel for exceptional fries. The best I've had are on the Ocean City, MD boardwalk.
However, I recently discovered a burger place called Five Guys. They have maybe the best fries you can find. They are fresh cut and fried perfectly (crispy out and soft in). You also get a pile of them with your order. They are the real deal!
Last week I brought a friend there to introduce him. We had lunch and powered down a few orders of fries with our burgers. As we wound down our meal he looked at me and said, "these fries are just not that good." I was appalled. What the fuck is that?
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ReplyDeleteThe guy that runs this thing sits down to pee and is a full blown porn addict. In the event that it's not obvious, I am "the friend" (questionable distinction but thats another story altogether) who was introduced to the Five Guys fries. After listening to our host, Socrates, and another suburban white guy, extoll the virtues of these things I agreed to meet them for lunch.
Timeout for a moment: In the last sentence, I almost said, "I agreed to meet them for lunch and my first Five Guys experience." Decided to punt that comment for a better choice of words. Two other quick observations:
1. Five Guys played a lot of Elton John songs while we were there.
2. Socrates and the suburban white guy frequent Five Guys often.
Coincidence? Maybe so, but my personal opinion is that these two have some kind of suburban, brokeback mountain thing going on and they actually like to call each other up and ask, "hey, you wanna go get some five guys?" Each knows, full well, the answer before asking the question; they just like to hear the immediate excitement of a breathless "Yes!" on the other end of the phone.
Back to the fries and Five Guys: the place actually does a GREAT job of delivering true fast food. It's clean, well lit, reasonably priced and great burgers. The fries were, in a word, unimpressive. Like pizza, ice cream and sex, they were great during the middle of the day at lunch but they were not over the top good. This is not going to turn into some over-analyzed diatribe on deep fried potatoes. I just didn't think the fries were that good. They were sliced too thick and were as greasy as (insert your favorite analogy here). That didn't stop any of us, me in particular, from shoving down several handfuls but they were not as good as the two cowboys implied. My favorite fries are at the Brickhouse in Davidson. They can be hit or miss, but when they get them right, they're awesome. Let's face it though, we're talking about a french fry. How good can it possibly be? Even the Brickhouse is known for "mailing it in" a couple of times on the fries. Too cold, not crispy enough on the outside. No big deal though. As was the case with Elton John's Burger Bin, sorry, Five Guys, we ate them anyway.