
The Bride, a much braver food explorer than I, discovered this place and then insisted I had to try their fries. A week later she finally brought some of the notorious Skewers fries home as take-out. It was then we learned that consistency was not high on their priority list.

Whereas The Bride marveled me with tales of crispy on the outside and soft and hot on the inside regular cuts, I was greeted by a whole ‘nother animal in the plain brown paper take-out bag. These were not the same fries as she had tried on her first trip to Skewers. It appears they use whatever fries are handy.
These were store-bought frozen crinkle cuts., deep fried with some mystery spice heavily sprinkled on them. They were soggy and only vaguely warm after the five-minute trip home, with no crispness whatsoever. The spice was orange with pepper flakes, and other than the color it was pretty inoffensive – until the aftertaste and heartburn hit about an hour later. They did look good, but trust me, they weren’t.
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