Tuesday, September 20, 2011

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I Don't Want Frank Anywhere Near My Fries

Went to B. Good today to expand my burger palette and see what all the hipster hubbub was about. Everything seemed legit right up until I saw my man Frank staring me down as I got to the register.

My first thought was, "Is that dude smoking a cigar AND wearing a stethoscope?" but then I start thinking about the matter at hand. This irritable man had a very real hand in making my french fries. Like, do you want to sell fries B. Good or scare people off? Frank looks like he's definitely seen some shit in his lifetime. Almost 100% certain I was dealing with some blood potatoes. And what's good with the name "Swaz" for a potato farm? It's a little too aggressive and makes me think of 1942 Germany. Just way too many negative thoughts about blood and Nazis for me to order the fries off the menu.

That being said, I didn't understand the menu at all and ended up ordering the fries anyway because I was nervous as hell. All in all, great fries. Kept the skin on and with the perfect amount of salt. Frank's just a misunderstood mobster/Nazi/med-student with a heart of gold.

Can't judge books by their covers anymore.

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  1. Anonymous said... September 20, 2011 at 10:10 PM

    are you sure this wasn't a joke? that guy should not handle food.

  2. Anonymous said... September 21, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    i want no part of those fries

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