I used to live a couple of blocks away from Pommes Frites , the Belgian fry counter in the East Village, and as a broke freelancer in my early twenties, I often replaced meals entirely with a paper cone of fries. They were cut thick and fried twice, so the batons were dark and crisp, but with fluffy, tender centers.
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