Last Friday night I did what your supposed to do on a Friday night. I went out with some friends from work. Not a normal group of friends that I go out with, actually I'd only really been out with two of them out of work once. When you work with people day in and day out they become family so it felt like we'd been hanging out for years.
First we went to my normal bar, if you know me I don't need to even tell you where it was. If you don't know me, then continue to read the blog and you'll figure it out. We imbibed quite a bit, dare I say I even smoked a few cigarettes. We'll pretend you didn't read that though. Although I will tell you that the cigarette addiction has taken over again. Ok, start the comments a rolling.
After many many drinks we were all starving. It was probably about eleven o'clock at this time, late for me. So we decided to try this little burger joint in the village. I'd been there a couple of times and fallen in love with their fries. They are small shoe string cut fries loaded with salt, crispy and incredible.
All week long I have been thinking about these fries and thinking I have to find them. I was talking to one of the guys who went out with us, we'll call him The D Man.
"Ron you should just call the place, tell them your the chef here and ask them about their fries." The D Man said.
He walked away and I thought for a minute about it. Trying to think of how else I could figure this out. I called my food purveyor, who is a friend but she didn't answer. I searched the internet for the restaurants number and called. A young lady answered.
"Hi my name is Ron and I'm the chef at so and so. I was in there last weekend and I love your fries can you tell me if you get them from (name of my purveyor).
"Oh hi, yes we do get them from there."
"Great, could you give me a product number, item number, something?"
"Um we're really busy and the owner normally doesn't like to give out that information to other restaurants." She said.
"Well I'm not a restaurant, I feed the elderly."
"I know that but I'm going to have to call him, can you give me a call back in an hour?"
"Ok thanks."
Well I was under crunch time in doing my order so I did a google search on the size of shoe string cut fries and came up with 3/16". I found some online with my purveyor and ordered two cases.
Cut to tonight. The fries were on the menu at work. I got to work at five thirty this morning and had every intention of leaving early, early was 3:30pm. A long enough day. When I got home I had to go and get dog food and do some errands, including re-stock cigarettes for my father who would have come home tonight to no cigarettes and I would be out on the street. I know I know. In the back of my head I was thinking 'man I have to go and try those fries out.'
"I just knew you were going to be back." The D Man said.
"How did you know?" One of the servers asked.
"Because of the fries."
I went over and got some out of the basket and they were just as great as the night before.
"Hey how about some boo fries?" The D Man said.
"Yeah sure." I replied. He took a plate piled them with fries, added some brown gravy and topped them with cheese, then put the plate in the oven so the cheese would melt. He took them out and I started devouring the plate. They were gooey, yummy, cheesy and melting in my mouth.
I've had them before at
Acme Oyster House. After a few minutes of
research on the web it turns out that they originated in New Orleans. They are very similar to
Poutine, which is the Canadian version except it's with cheese curds.
If your ever at an Acme Oyster House give them a try. Or if you ever feel adventurous enough to make it at home you can do that too!