#31: Frites, Frites, Frites (French for French fry)
0 Comments Published by Jess on 26 May 2009 at 3:09 PM.
All they really would have had to tell me to get me here is that the city is peppered with french fry stands. Then to really excite me they could have told me that the french fries here are double fried. People here say this is
the land where the french fry was birthed...not sure how I would feel if they were called belgian fries instead of french fries. Chances are it would not in any way decrease my love of them. I am so happy when I see the frite man scoop the fries out of the oil only to put them back int
o the oil a minute later. Oh Frit Flagey where I can buy a cone (yes a cone) of fries with ketchup for about 2 euro. My host mom has remarked to me that she believes the frit stand desecrates the beauty of the pond behind it, but I do not feel this way in the least. I love the wafting smell of fries as I walk along the beautiful path. It's dirty trailor with a piece of spray-painted ply wood on the bottom still calls my name. I don't even mind the somewhat rude man that is always there and requires you to speak to him in French. I order with confidence. Mmm....french fries. So wonderful here, but I have to say I am also excited to get home to enjoy some 'artery cloggin fries' from Hemingway's in Pittsburgh.
the land where the french fry was birthed...not sure how I would feel if they were called belgian fries instead of french fries. Chances are it would not in any way decrease my love of them. I am so happy when I see the frite man scoop the fries out of the oil only to put them back int
o the oil a minute later. Oh Frit Flagey where I can buy a cone (yes a cone) of fries with ketchup for about 2 euro. My host mom has remarked to me that she believes the frit stand desecrates the beauty of the pond behind it, but I do not feel this way in the least. I love the wafting smell of fries as I walk along the beautiful path. It's dirty trailor with a piece of spray-painted ply wood on the bottom still calls my name. I don't even mind the somewhat rude man that is always there and requires you to speak to him in French. I order with confidence. Mmm....french fries. So wonderful here, but I have to say I am also excited to get home to enjoy some 'artery cloggin fries' from Hemingway's in Pittsburgh.
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