Not just any bowl. Oh no.
These babies are twice fried and, if I’m not mistaken, are Maris Piper, floury potato royalty.
The portion wasn’t a dustbin lid full of carbs, nor was it a teeny weeny poncy thimble full. It was just perfect. and they arrived alongside a precision cooked fillet steak – rare – that hadn’t travelled too far from field to kitchen (Thirsk to Leeds).
The event was dinner with an old mate who’d not been to Anthony’s in the Corn Exchange. He’s recently back in the UK after years in Norway and he was thrilled to see the Corn Exchange in its current guise (it is one of the best dining rooms in Yorkshire, no question).
I’m aware that we visit this place a lot so I won’t bore you with all the usual stuff. Suffice to say it was very good, and after a few so-so experiences by fellow Troffers, I am please to report food, service and atmosphere was very good given it was Tuesday in the middle of the holidays.
And the chips were good too.