You say "Po-tay-to" … I say "Pot-Awe-to." You say "Boise Fry. Co." … I say, "Sweet sassy molassy … I'm there!" We took our journey to the land of the Smurf-Turf in the hunt of some of Idaho's finest … the beloved, the sacred, the soon-to-be-deep-friend wonder that is the potato. So when I heard about a place called Boise Fry Co. … how could I not dip in for a bite? I started off like the little kid testing the waters with his pinky toe … but after about 12 second of gazing up at their amazing board-o-fries, you had to hold me back from going straight for the belly flop.
Boise Fry Co. (or "BFC" as they're known by … well … um, probably just me) has this amazing matrix of french fry choices to bring an indecisive man to his knees. Do I go with Homestyle-cut Sweet, Regular-cut Purple … or just get saucy with it and take a stab for the Russet Potato "Po Balls." I know … I know … We should have gone for the Po Balls. But unlike our one-part crazy, one-part smashed drunk, one-part "SHE'S A NICE LADY!" elderly friend named Joyce-Ann that we met at a bar the night before … we don't get many options to go grubbing in Boise. So we stayed with the west-coast conservative offense … I went for the Purple and our Mississippian Grub-mate Tonie P. went for the Gold.
Before I go on, I have to ask … Is "Scrum-didily-umptious" a word? It is? Okay good … because that's the only way to describe these little bowls of happiness. Straight colorful, crunchy, salty goodness in a metal bowl waiting for you to a) Powder them with your choice of seasonings and b) Dunk them in a ridiculous number of sauces. So we took these bad boys, sprinkled on some garlic salt and cajun spices and loaded up tiny cups of garlic mayo, curry ketchup, honey mustard … and the real exotic one of the bunch … a blueberry ketchup. Everything was awesome. I mean … seriously? How could it not be? I's a french fry shop in the home of potatoes.
We matched them up (and yes, the french fries are the main course at the Fry Co.) with a couple of burgers that were just that perfect juicy, meaty companion to the fries. Now don't get me wrong, the burgers were good … but they were definitely the sidekick to the potato-monsters. The Robin to the Batman, the Scotty Pippin to the Michael Jordan … the Chewbacca to … trick question, Chewbacca is a sidekick to no man!
My only regret was reviewing the photos of the board-o-fries when I got home and saw the "Bourgeois" … a batch fried up in duck fat and topped with truffle salt … oh Mr. BFC I will be back … oh yes, I will be back. Until then, enjoy joy-riding around downtown Boise with Joyce-Ann in her Grandson's sweet Kia Metro (Everyone gets inside jokes right?). So, thanks for the GRUB-hospitality … normal colored french fries will never be the same.
Boise Fry Co. (or "BFC" as they're known by … well … um, probably just me) has this amazing matrix of french fry choices to bring an indecisive man to his knees. Do I go with Homestyle-cut Sweet, Regular-cut Purple … or just get saucy with it and take a stab for the Russet Potato "Po Balls." I know … I know … We should have gone for the Po Balls. But unlike our one-part crazy, one-part smashed drunk, one-part "SHE'S A NICE LADY!" elderly friend named Joyce-Ann that we met at a bar the night before … we don't get many options to go grubbing in Boise. So we stayed with the west-coast conservative offense … I went for the Purple and our Mississippian Grub-mate Tonie P. went for the Gold.
Before I go on, I have to ask … Is "Scrum-didily-umptious" a word? It is? Okay good … because that's the only way to describe these little bowls of happiness. Straight colorful, crunchy, salty goodness in a metal bowl waiting for you to a) Powder them with your choice of seasonings and b) Dunk them in a ridiculous number of sauces. So we took these bad boys, sprinkled on some garlic salt and cajun spices and loaded up tiny cups of garlic mayo, curry ketchup, honey mustard … and the real exotic one of the bunch … a blueberry ketchup. Everything was awesome. I mean … seriously? How could it not be? I's a french fry shop in the home of potatoes.
We matched them up (and yes, the french fries are the main course at the Fry Co.) with a couple of burgers that were just that perfect juicy, meaty companion to the fries. Now don't get me wrong, the burgers were good … but they were definitely the sidekick to the potato-monsters. The Robin to the Batman, the Scotty Pippin to the Michael Jordan … the Chewbacca to … trick question, Chewbacca is a sidekick to no man!
My only regret was reviewing the photos of the board-o-fries when I got home and saw the "Bourgeois" … a batch fried up in duck fat and topped with truffle salt … oh Mr. BFC I will be back … oh yes, I will be back. Until then, enjoy joy-riding around downtown Boise with Joyce-Ann in her Grandson's sweet Kia Metro (Everyone gets inside jokes right?). So, thanks for the GRUB-hospitality … normal colored french fries will never be the same.
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