Fried Potatoes - April 2006
During March, I spent the better part of a week in Bangkok, where I sampled innumerable gastronomic delights, from the silver dollar-sized coconut pancakes I bought from a street vendor outside the city’s massive flower market to the succulent simplicity of a stir-fried green called morning glory. And so, you might well expect that the TOTM for this month would have a distinctly Thai flavour.
But no. My choice for April is not something I ate in Thailand, but rather something I missed – fried potatoes.
Not that I found myself roaming the alleys of Siam Square in a vain search for French fries, or prowling the circumference of the Grand Palace on the lookout for a Belgian-style fritkot. In fact, while I was in Thailand, I was blissfully unaware of the absence of potatoes from my diet, content as I was with the innumerable delights that awaited on virtually every street corner or market stall. Bangkok is a food city like few others, and I was perfectly happy to avail myself of all it has to offer.
Once I returned, home, however, the fried potato craving hit me with a vengeance. My first meal during my San Francisco stopover? A burger and fries at the 21st Amendment brewpub, accompanied by a pint of the beautifully British-style Potrero E.S.B. It was magic, and the fries were like a drink of water after a long, sun-drenched hike.