I'd like to take a moment to salute Pommes Frites.
Pretty much everyone who has ever spent five minutes in NYC knows about Pommes Frites. It is a legend. When I visited the city for a week a few years ago, the acquaintance who was showing me around took me there as soon as we met up. I fell in love as soon as I took the first bite of a delicious Belgian fry dipped in one of the many delicious sauces (I believe I chose War Sauce that time).
Since then, I've had many more Pomme-Frite-tastic experiences. Like the time right after I moved here and we all went to Pommes Frites because everything was fun and exciting and new (although not that new I guess). And then Casey tried the Pomegranate Teriyaki sauce and it turned out to be the best sauce ever? Or the time I took myself on a date to Pommes Frites and then made Casey meet me there. Or how about the time that Erin and I needed Pommes Frites so badly that we briskly walked there in the rain from Johnny's (0.8 miles round trip), and made it back so quickly that Johnny didn't even notice! Or maybe that time on Halloween when we got delicious Pommes Frites after fighting our way through the parade and having a devil-horn headband thrown at us.
Pommes Frites is a magical place. Share your experiences.