Smiling Dog (Oh No!)

Whenever people talk about how cute it is that their dog was smiling at this – or maybe even that – I have to shake my head. Because when my dog (Mister Irving Brown Socks) smiles . . . I know that bad – noxious – things are about to happen. Smiling leads to that crazy blurka-blurka-blurka stomach noise and then straight to a pool of foamy dog vomit – usually in the car.

See why I get skeeved when I hear about people’s dogs smiling . . .

Who is the Mack?

Well – evidently – according to the customer service representative that I just called . . . my name is Mack. I guess that I could have have stopped or corrected her – but I was really just enjoying being called ‘Mack’ over and over and over again – I mean – who wouldn’t?!

An example: “Thank you for your time today Mack – has your experience with [company name redacted] customer service been helpful.”

Why yes – yes indeed it has.

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Pommes Frites is the place to eat!

Go to Pommes Frites on Second Avenue between Seventh and Eighth Street and order some Frites and be happy. Just don’t go every day – because – if you don’t know what “Frites” are – then you wouldn’t know that you would only be eating Fries every time that you go . . . wow – that thought got convoluted . . . Let me try to get back on track – here – for one of my favorite restaurants in the whole world – that I have been going to for as long as I can remember – actually longer than I remember – because I have the memory span of a moth.

Alright – according to the Pommes Frites website (found here) “Pommes Frites means premium fresh fried potatoes, crunchy on the outside, and soft inside: self-indulgent and pleasurable.”
 Seriously – have you ever heard a better explanation of food? It is definitely better than any description that I could have come up with . . .

Basically – you go inside this little tiny dimly lit place – usually having to push through the crowd – and on your left is a carved dark wood counter. Behind the counter is a line of pumps holding their selection of thirty (30) some odd sauces – which they are nice enough to offer samples of (the samples consists of a napkin with a couple of “Frites” on top drenched with the sauce of your choice). The next step back is this large vat of cut potatoes and two fryers – bubbling and ready to go.

Also – for the record – I just read (again – on their site) that the potatoes are actually double fried. If all of the goodness in the world of food comes from frying – then imaging the exponential amount of worldly goodness that comes from the magic of “double-frying” !!!!!!!

On this trip – I ended up with a regular order (they also have Large and Double) – which comes in a paper cone with three sauces (Parmesan Peppercorn, Peanut Satay Sauce and the Rosemary Garlic Mayo). And I ate and I ate and I ate until all of the “Frites” were gone. My only niggling complaint is that they only have drinks in cans – and drinks in cans are for suckers – suckers at the beach or any other place where I can’t get to the yummy goodness of a fountain soda . . . sorry about that – can lovers – that was not necessary.

I highly recommend hopping on a plane, getting on a boat, diving into a car or just plain running as quickly as you can straight to Pommes Frites – where you can sit and eat a mountain of fries – and know that you have just eaten the best Frite meal that you have ever had the luck to have. Go with a friend and eat some Frites!