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My favorite fries ever came from the long-lost Kearney Truck Plaza. They had the Platonic ideal of the (non-Belgian-frites) fry: medium-thin cut, cloudfluff interior, this punch of black pepper, an onionskin-thin batter that broke off in your mouth like paint chipping off of a wall.

I know the fries themselves were a specific variety from a Sysco truck, but they cooked them really damn well. The only other place I've found the same kind of fry was the food court in Iowa State University's student union.