Frites: Discriminating Texture Preference.

The Husband took me out for a lovely brunch this early afternoon.

Eggs Benedict! Yum!

However, while the EB themselves were delicious, the frites that came with them were nasty.

Frites should always be long and skinny and CRISPY. What I was served at the Bloor Street Diner were a sad attempt at frites. Soggy... A little too large... They should call them "fries" and not "frites."

The eggs were poached to perfection, though. So all was well.