french fries

I read myself to sleep last night with one of my favorite bedtime stories: Jon Chonko's Scanwiches book. It's a real thriller — intimidating Italian characters who may or may not be associated with the mob, a classic meat-meets-bread story, a little fluff, a sexy Cuban and a war (but I won't give away the twist). A war? Yes, Belgium wins. Awh, I gave away the twist. It's all because of the Mitraillette.

You wanted fries in the first place, you really did. You did not actually want a smattering of spring greens in goopy balsamic. I call for a return of ordering fries instead of salad. Anyone with me? 

Making your own fries is as important as making your own burgers. Everything tastes better homemade. Now unless you have a deep-fryer, these are going to be on the rustic side. I personally like them better that way — you get variation in the color and texture throughout each fry that makes it a much more intimate fry-consuming experience than eating those totally uniform ones.