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After our lengthy discussion about how bad Dick's fries suck last week, Seattlest rejoiced that we would always have Frites, the little Belgian frites shop next to Neumos.
We just saw this article on the Seattle PI about Frites closing their doors "due to unforeseen circumstances". The owner could not go into any more detail because of legal action being taken against former employees.
We pray to the Belgian frite monster that they reopen at some point.
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Man, those curried fries were hot! With the little andouille sausage chunks? Holy it-tastes-like-burning!
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I can't believe these restaurants I really like but never manage to visit keep closing! What's up with that‽
I'm completely shocked by this news. It feels a little like getting dumped by your long-time lover. And it's not because they have found somebody else, either; it is like them telling you that they are becoming celibate precisely because you were so monumentally bad in bed.
Since discovering it for myself, I have introduced a great many of my friends to Frites. In true nerd fashion, I preached their "exquisite, two-step frying methodology" far and wide to all who would listen. Frites were great naked, with a light dusting moderate blizzard of salt. They were also lovely with sauce. Oh those sauces! People used to look at me funny when I told them that I liked mayonaise with my fries --until I took them to Frites, that is. And those lovely wax-paper cones with the non-English sizing...
But beyond that, though, the tiny, literal hole in the wall that was Frites was one of those "great good places" that sociologists and urban geographers like to talk about. Eating at Frites with your friends all huddled over the only table while watching smashingly-dressed Seattlites walking past the huge window is a cherished memory for a nostalgic sop like me. It makes me think of good times with certain friends, romantic machinations that went unrequited, and loving someone despite them not being a sauce person. Frites will be a marker of a specific time and place in my life.
Pardon me, please, I'm going to shed a tear or two into my morning coffee.
I'm sorry, late to the party here. How long was it you said you have lived in Seattle - 6-months, a year?
Why in god's name are you comparing Dick's fries to the French/Belgian real McCoy, if you will? As with fries from McDonlds, I think you'll find several hundred thousand folks in the greater Seattle area that like Dick's fries just fine, thank you, while appreciating more refined versions of the same.
This sucks. I have to admit the fries themselves weren't remarkable, but the condiments. Oh, how I'll miss those condiments.
Here is a public letter from the owner:
http://www.yelp.com/biz/2p5UsnSW0Fqd0Ke11O2FzQ#hrid:l91HWvkVX3VCwH0xZM1COA