Petite Potato ⋆⋆⋆
- Dec 12, 2016
- 4 min read
Another one for the North Yorkers! Petite Potato.
Petite potato is located up right near my school. A location, where I previously established had NOTHING of interest around it in regards to food joints. Recently, I was proven wrong in my assumptions with my Wimpey’s encounter and now again with Petite Potato. See, for sometime I was fascinated by these massive French toast towers that were topped with ice cream and sauce and cream and …. omg they looked just absolutely amazing. But I must have convinced myself that such a glorious French Toast Guardian couldn’t possibly be anywhere near me. WELL I WAS WRONG! The French Toast of my dreams was just a mere 10-minute walk from my house. The answer to my incompleteness was so close long all along, and I didn’t even know it. That feeling of grief was short lived and replaced with excitement as I gave them my order and waited patiently.
I didn’t just order the French toast, that was going to be dessert since it was mid day after all. I also ordered something else of keen interest on their menu, their Omurice. Will you look at that. I was about to order two social media food fables in one day! At a place right near my house. This was bound to be the start of a beautiful ritual, I could feel it.
For those of you who don’t know what Omurice is, it’s a bed of rice topped with an omelette not fully cooked through. Believe me its way more satisfying to see it than to hear it. Go look it up on Youtube, I’ll wait!
Okay so yeah! See what I mean. It looks freaking awesome. So I ordered that and the French Toast Tower! After ordering they told me it was going to take 30 minutes for the French Toast. ‘30 MINUTESI, this things gonna be fucking massive”, I thought to myself. I was even more excited now. Possibly even a little concerned on what I’ve gotten myself into. But that just augmented my excitement even more.
The Omurice came out. It looked damn good. I grabbed my pitch fork and my knife, lined up my cut to execute the perfect Omu-unfolding. A swift laceration to the omelet length wise and….Nothing. No aesthetic draping of runny eggs over my hill of rice. No reaction of what my hopes were so high for. My heart sank. I was so dumbfounded….”Bu…bu…bu…bu…bu….but. The videos all showed…..” I should have realized that all those videos were from no where around here, and Omurice is just an omelette over rice. It is not standardized to have the runny insides that sold me in the first place. But why serve it any other way. Egg porn is half the reason why anyone orders eggs anymore! Bah. Well its not like I’m not going to eat it, and for what it was it was still very good! Rice and eggs are a great combo if you didn’t know, and I thoroughly enjoyed the texture of the rice they used with. It was like an Arborio rice. Firm, and retained a good amount of chew. It came with a pork based gravy and pork chunks too. Very good overall. I would order it again for sure! Just was a little let down to not have it present the way I was expecting it.
Well the first half of the meal was met short. But that was okay, cause the biggest anticipation was still to come. Even after I finished the Omurice, the French Toast Tower still took at least 10 minutes to come out. When it finally arrived, the site was glorious. The monument held high and grabbed the attention of the whole restaurant as it came out. It's like seeing your fiancé on your wedding day walking down the isle. Time begins to slow as you watch her radiance approach you, and you gaze at her with such allurement, as you never imagined her looking so amazing. This is just an over the top externalized fantasy....I have matrimonial envisions connected to food.
...I have problems
Regardless. Its here, its finally time! It looks amazing. I mean just look at it. Its straight up sexy! And I wish I could end it there, cause it so far sounds all too good. But the there is a unfortunate turn to this too. This whole review I have been referring to this epic dessert as the “French Toast Tower”, when actually. Its not French toast at all. It’s not cake. The bread isn’t even sweet on its own. It…is toast. Thick cut toast… And yeah, that kind of ripped the rug out from under me. The actual name for this creation is, "Special French Honey Golden Toast Series" that has a fair line up to choose from; Oreo, blackberry, red bean, green tea, mango, etc. Maybe I’m being too critical, but I had really being expectations for this. Why isn’t it cake? Why isn't it French Toast even though the name implies it. The potential is there! It makes way more sense than TOAST. I don’t know, it just seems like they robbed this dessert of all that it could be. I’m at a loss. Too this day, I am still raddled by the experience. But outside of the ….toast….everything else was so good. A HUGE scoop of ice cream on top. Smothered in sweet cream and mango sauce. Unfortunately , all of these components couldn't save the dish for me.
After learning the toasty truth, I wouldn’t be ordering it again. But I encourage you to try it yourself and tell me what you think! And if you do…bring a friend. It’s like, a lot of toast for one host.
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3/5 stars for Petite Potato!
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