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French Fries

I got into a bit of a, disagreement, about french fries with my family. We were talking about fry sauce and which fries are the best. My favorite place in the world for fries at the moment is Freddy's. They have skinny fries and fry sauce. Since my family has some bottles of fry sauce, we were discussing the best fries, especially for consuming fry sauce.

Obviously the best fries are skinny fries. With skinny fries you get more crispy fries, and then your fry sauce to fry ratio is better. When you coat the entire fry, you're getting more sauce for the potato inside. 
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Look at all those blocks not getting any fry sauce on them with the larger cube (fry). Math my friends. Math is on my side. Skinny fries are the best.  

My favorite fries are fries, or even fries and shoestring fries had a baby from this picture. 
My very wrong family thinks the best fries for fry sauce are steak fries. No! There's so much potato just sitting there with nothing on it. No crisp, no nothing. Just blah. If I wanted to just eat potato I could get a baked one. 

I also hate crinkle cut fries as well. No matter where they come from, they remind me of frozen fries just warmed up, and also have too much potato. I noticed in Chicago they had crinkle cut fries everywhere instead of normal fries, and I was very sad. 

Waffle fries are legit, especially from Chick fil A. 

The only time steak fries are okay is at Red Robin with their ranch. 

Just some thoughts to go with your fries. 


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