i'm kind of a pro at it, so it's a good thing pommes frites isn't right next door, else in the wake of the last post's emotional instability, i probably would've consumed my weight in ketchup-slathered complex carbs.
my friend laura was visiting last week, and we wandered to east village to sample the deep fried wonders of pommes frites, a tiny, chalet-looking joint dedicated to belgian fries. is your left side starting to tighten up? just wait. the fries were tasty, but what really made us happy were the fifteen or so dipping sauces in which to dip the fries. saaaaauuuuuce.
the fry cooks let us taste test to our little hearts' desires. we ended up taking the plunge with the sun-dried tomato mayo and smoked eggplant mayo. two very enthusiastic thumbs up.
photo compliments of laura's phone. as soon as my technological problems are solved, i will have 30 days of solid blogging, photos included.
your fresh, piping hot fries are served to you in a paper cone, and the tables at PF have holes cut in them in which to place your cone. crazy delicious and functional.
in other news: i had an apple today.
sometimes i have guilty feelings about eating garbage. i lay down until those feelings go away.