Exactly two weeks ago today, the Muses parade rolled down St. Charles Avenue. A few hours beforehand, my sister A. and I sat inside the august Columns Hotel, at a booth in the wood-paneled bar, eating chili-cheese dogs and french fries. K. previously reviewed the potato skins at the Columns, and on the only other occasion I ate in the bar, I was delighted by the crab cakes. Because the food served tends to be rather fancy, I was surprised to discover that, because of the events outside, the hotel bar was only serving festival food. Such as chili-cheese dogs with french fries. But A. and I ended up being oh-so-glad about this.
The french fries were delicious. Prepared to perfection, they were crisp but not over cooked. Thick and full of potato-ie goodness. Neither too salty, nor underseasoned. The fries were served hot and retained their heat.
Besides being served with a delicious chili-cheese dog, the fries also came with a few catsup packets. My initial response to the catsup packets was to be concerned that we had not been provided enough. However, the fries were so delicious in their own right, that we shunned the catsup. Which was a good thing, because I always have trouble opening those little packets.
