I ate so many fries in one day that I had to take my wedding ring off because my hands had swollen from the salt. A real “woe is me” moment from what was otherwise a nearly perfect day on the job.
Los Angeles isn't exactly hurting for good side dishes, but in a world where Sysco is quietly becoming the number one provider to restaurants, the French fry is one of the last places you can tell whether a spot is creating something or just opening a bag. Don't get me wrong—a Sysco fry, seasoned correctly, maybe even double-fried, can be great. A fry is still a fry at the end of the day. But there is a difference, and you can taste it.
The best fries have personality. Some are hand-cut and fluffy. Some are duck-fat-fried and decadent. Some are covered in enough seasoning to make your tongue feel nonexistent.