Fog had been on our to do list for sometime as we had heard through the chip-vine that they were battered in duck fat. Battered combined with any form of animal fat was music to our chip-adoring ears! Well the saying 'you can't believe everything you hear' certainly applied to this situation and the disappointment was palpable. The menu elaborately described their hot chips as 'pomme frites, garlic aoili & chipolte ketchup', which was an earful for those used to 'fries with tomato sauce'. As we waited, assuming the worst, we discussed the pronunciation of chipolte and rehearsed lines that could be quoted for the blog. As the waiter served us (the gluten-free) 'pomme frites' and we all reached for the bowl, it was evident that we had made our crucial and unforgivable mistake - only ordering one bowl between the 10 of us. Promptly, a second bowl was ordered as the waiter witnessed the transformation of a civilised group of friends become ravenous animals. While we struggled to agree on the accompanying sauces, we concurred that the potato itself was magnificent! The chipolte ketchup was far too smokey, compelling us to steer clear, the garlic aoili, however, could not be flawed and epitomised the ultimate accompanying flavour. In such a large group, there was a sense of unnecessary criticism and as much as we hot-potatoes appreciate the knowledge, wisdom and love, not all of your opinions can be mentioned.
Quote of the meal: 'Can we have another bowl?'
Rating: 4/5 chips
Price: $10
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