Lunchtime at Rare Bar&Grill on Bleecker Street in the West Village.
Sweet Potato Fries! O, Merciless Heaven! The Sweet Potato Fry as side-dish just makes a warm, fuzzy thing (my heart? is it love?) turn over in my chest. And by Sweet Potato Fry side-dish I mean just what you see above: a glorious, heaping mess of impossibly twisty, golden fried strands. This is how they should always come. A moutain in a cereal bowl, glowing in their own ethereal orange light. Ah, life...
1 comment:
While they certainly look better here, the SP fries at the 101 in LA will put you on your ass. long live sweet potatoatoatoes.
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