Whatever happened to the French fry craze in NYC? B. Frites and Le Frite Kot are history; only Pommes Frites remains - and here I am, constantly desiring French-fried potatoes. This past weekend, my search led me to Pomme De Terre in Brooklyn. Although the charming bistro serves much more than potatoes, I thought I stood a good chance of fulfilling my craving there.
"Since your name means 'potato,' are your potatoes amazing?" I asked the server. "Yes!" he said proudly. "We hand-cut our French fries, and then we soak them in cold water for a day." This sounded like the degree of potato-obsession I was seeking. Soon I was rewarded by a golden-brown mass of salty, crispy goodness. The ketchup tasted homemade.
I could've dined solely on French fries, but I also devoured a shallot-dressed green salad, a whole roasted branzino stuffed with herbs and served with fennel and sweet roasted tomato, and a warm chocolate cake shaped like a many-petaled flower with a vanilla ice cream pistil. (I ate all the petals. Next to me, a couple shared the banana creme brulee. What a wonderful idea!)
I am sure to be lured back to Pomme de Terre by the prospect of grilled dry-aged ribeye, pan-seared skate, and duck leg confit with homemade duck sausage. But above all, I look forward to another order of those French fries.
Pomme De Terre: 1301 Newkirk Ave., Brooklyn, (718) 284-0005.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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Steak Frites has moved to Varick from Union Square. But it's true, where are the snows of yesteryear????
I wasn't aware of that! Thanks for letting me know; I'll have to visit the new location.
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