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"Day 193/365 - The Fry Guy has seen better days" by tonyjcase , from our Flickr pool

Lunchbox Laboratory, Ballard, Seattle (23) by pouryourheartintoit

Twas a good night at Thoa's Restaurant & Lounge. (Thoa's is pronounced almost like "twas" and is named for the restaurant owner, Thoa Nguyen.)

    

As we were saying just yesterday, there's a new cafe in town. Oddfellows Cafe. They opened in the teeth of weather in the teens last night, so we thought we owed it to them to trudge down Broadway and take a look at the new digs. It's much more spacious inside than we expected, more like Smith than cozy little Volunteer Park Cafe. The menu was limited, thanks to the effects of snowy, icy streets on deliveries. But the bar was pouring cocktails, and the beef stew had already won some hearts. (Sidebar: since we were promised a "great value" on food, can we discuss the $6 side of French fries? Seems de trop, even with a "special sauce." You know, what with the ongoing "longest recession of the post-war era" and all?)

Maybe all the caffeine is messing with people's heads, because it seems like every news outlet in town is talking about the Deluxe Coffee Giant vs. Fast Food Joint brew-down. It's senseless, because by having that conversation at all, we're feeding directly into that marketing whirlpool and somehow skipping over what's really important in life: french fries. French fries done right are crunchy, salty, golden and plentiful. To restore balance to the universe, DCG should consider selling french fries for a quarter of FFJ's cost--and never mind the smell, french fries smell like heaven in a greasy cardboard box.

The e-mails were flying fast and furious late this morning at the virtual Seattlest HQ about the new Dick's fries, which made us start thinking about lunch, naturally. Although our stomach is strong and we can put just about anything in it without losing it later on, we tend to stay away from Dick's simply because we always feel like we need a shower afterwards. After a night of heavy drinking, their fries are welcome, but in the middle of a workday? Not so much.

Whatever you want to call them, you know the french fry style we're talking about. They're the fries whose flavorlessness is only surpassed by their texturelessness. Dicks has em. Gimmie a Deluxe, a Spesh, an onion, a tiny bag of wet mush and a chocolate shake. Fucking everyone has em. These fries are the ultimate cop-out for restaurants that can't find a decent french fry supplier and opt for just buying potatos. French fries aren't rocket science, although--and this may be news to many many area restaurants--they are more than a slice of potato dropped in oil for twenty seconds. You gotta double dip! You think you can spit in the face of fry tradition just because you have a potato slicer? Seattle, always thinking it needs to reinvent the wheel...

When will they learn, those pretentious New Yawk snots? With the solemnity befitting the announcement of a cure for cancer, the NYTimes reports that three Gotham spots now serve Montreal's beloved junk food, poutine. Whazzat? Duh: french fries with cheese curds and gravy, dumbo.

People make a lot of excuses when it comes to deep frying. “I don’t have a deep fryer.” “It’s bad for you.” “I’m still missing a patch of hair on my arm where I burned myself with hot oil in 1985.”

There's a sausage stand at Bumbershoot that is selling a gargantuan block of french fries, the lines for which increased exponentially throughout the day Saturday. Our picture of said block didn't work out, but imagine a three-dimensional brick of fries, like if you had a few hundred of the them you coulld build a french fry igloo. It's an excessive amount of fries.