Monday, July 13, 2015 was one of the best days of the year. I don’t mean that I personally had one of the best days, I mean that it was National French Fry Day. The fact that Monday was National French Fry Day actually made no significant difference in my life. It was pretty much a regular day because I eat French Fries as often as possible. But, knowing that it was the day to celebrate all things French Fries became very exciting.
I also felt a lot of pressure on National French Fry Day. Any other day I’d order in dinner without thinking twice about the French Fries. On average, I’d say I probably eat them about four to five times a week. Is that too much? Monday was different, though. I couldn’t decide where to get my fries from. I didn’t want to make the “wrong” decision. I felt like it wasn’t American of me to celebrate with an ordinary dinner order and a side of fries. It caused a lot of anxiety!
If you’ve read any of my previous blog posts, you may have seen my “Top Five List” describing my favorite restaurants to get fries in New York City. “Why not order French Fries from one of those restaurants,” you may ask. And I may respond with “I don’t know. I wanted some place different.” Of course, I had to make things more complicated for myself!
A minimum (this is not an exaggeration) of two hours passed that I was on the computer looking up suggested places to get French Fries. Upon facing delirium from starvation, I somehow remembered that Rare had a French Fry sampler as an appetizer on their menu. It came with sweet potato fries, cottage fries, and hand-cut fries. Plus, you got four dipping sauces to try. Done and Done! Why should I have to choose one form of fries when I can have three. It’s simple mathematics.
In addition to my fries, I ordered a cheeseburger. That was because it’s important to eat protein every day. I’m good at nutrition! A little while later my food is at the door via the fantastic Postmates. The bag seemed a bit heavy and I started to take containers out, Mary Poppins style. Once the cargo was unloaded, I realized that my idea of a “sampler” was not the same as Rare’s. I figured the sampler serving of French Fries would be equivalent to or a drop larger than a single order. You know, you’d get the same weight, but more variety. Instead, I basically had three orders of French Fries. Like a full portion, times three. Oh, and a cheeseburger. And cole slaw.
I don’t even think I ate a quarter of the fries that night. There was no way and I do not like to leave any French Fries behind. I liked all three styles, but have to say the cottage fries were my favorite. They were basically waffle fries with a little seasoning. Not a spicy seasoning, more like pepper. The sweet potato and the hand-cut were really good too. Both were very skinny fries, so no matter how many of them I ate, it still looked like I didn’t make a dent.
When I could no longer keep my head up because my stomach was so full, I packed up the left over French Fries into their respective boxes and stuck them in the fridge. I figured I had my side dish for the next few nights ready to go. The moral of the story? If a side order of fries costs $4 and an appetizer sampler costs $10, don’t assume you’re going to get the same portion size. Like I said, it’s simple mathematics.
Monday, July 13, 2015 was one of the best days of the year. I don’t mean that I personally had one of the best days, I mean that it was National French Fry Day. The fact that Monday was National French Fry Day actually made no significant difference in my life. It was pretty much a regular day because I eat French Fries as often as possible. But, knowing that it was the day to celebrate all things French Fries became very exciting.
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Those fries look amazing!
Definitely makes a lot of sense what you did… You got to try all 3!!!!