Where do curly fries come from?
That's a rhetorical question, obviously. No one on earth knows the answer. I once asked one of the staff at SMK about la bouclé frites (that's exotic for 'the curly fries'), and he just kinda squinted into the distance for a while, shrugged and suggested: "42?"
Don't say you know how they do it, don't eeeeven try to Google it. I don't want to hear your off-the-wall theories about potatoes having sex with corkscrews and making little curly-fry babies. Man. That's just sick.
In case you've never seen a curly fry, here's a photo which I definitely didn't take at Hooters.
If you're still reading, congratulations. That means your brain didn't explode while it tried to process the picture. (I've heard that's what would happen if you ever saw a new colour, and this is basically the same thing).
UPDATE: I checked, and 'la boucle frites' actually means something about yarn or something. I won't try to speak french again.
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