One December day in New York, on the first really snowy day of that winter, I went to M. Wells Dinette at MoMA PS1. It was cold enough outside that I passed over the things I probably should have ordered...
Innocent-enough potatoes and onions would have been on the approved list for my moderate January cleanse. Too bad we threw them into a ton of oil and fried the hell out of them. (Totally worth it!)