I don’t like French fries. I love them. Golden and crispy on the outside, warm and potatoey on the inside, with just enough salt to make it like a damn party in my mouth. With ketchup. A man couldn’t eat fries without a bucket of ketchup. And not some off-brand, bottom-shelf kind of ketchup. There was only one ketchup: Heinz.
Agree with the ketchup, there are only one: Heinz.
