french fries are like hugs
It's no secret I love fries. Well, potatoes more generally, but especially this deep-fried variety.
I miss Montreal poo-tin like crazy.
I miss Toronto's dirrtttyyy fry trucks.
It might be safe to say I miss food as much as I miss my people.
I can't very well replace my Toronto friends, but I can replace food. Then I could use that food to replace my feelings...I think that's funny. I know my friends back home are rolling their eyes.
I was successful in finding the perfect french fry. My sister took me to Fritz last week. Then I went again this weekend. I tried to go today, but they don't open until 4:30 pm on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
It's obvious I just can't get enough of these:
|That's mango-chutney dip. Now it was described to me as "AMAZING".|
I thought it was okay. It's like mayo with curry.
Fritz's fries are fryer-fresh, piping hot, crispy, well-salted, and delicious. It tastes amazing whether you're tall, short, female, male, drunk, sober, rich, poor...THAT is the the joy of the french fry. Universal.
Fritz's poutine - although they use mozzarella as opposed to proper curds - is still deliciously passable. They have a long list of dips - very reminescent of Pomme in NYC.
Prices are reasonable and service is great. They give it to you the way you want it - to eat as you walk, to eat at home, to eat there. If there's a line-up, as there likely is in the weehours, it's quick. Don't get discouraged.