I will never tire of posting pictures of my burger and unnaturally delicious wedge fries when traveling through Austin airport.
WHAT IS YOUR SECRET, THURMANS OLD FASHIONED? What is it?
"Okay, you know what? I underestimated you and also these french fries," Noah said, about half an hour later, sitting on the edge of the wooden walkway that loomed over the beach, legs dangling down. He had a paper tray of wedge fries, improbably the best wedge fries he'd ever had, and a mouthful of them as well. Ephraim was silent, but triumphantly so. "What do they do to these fries? They're so fluffy in the middle. Has Eddie had these?"
[ID: A paper tray on a white table; the tray contains a quarter pound hamburger and a heap of golden-red wedge fries, just waiting to be devoured.]
