So, pimento cheese fries? Out of respect for my waistline and due to a general aversion to pimento cheese above room temperature, I wouldn't normally order those. But a friend, insisting strongly, convinced me to share a basket. I am glad we did.
Farm Burger's pimento cheese fries arrive in a basket lined with wax paper, a heaping portion of long skin-on fries dotted with clumps of yellow pimento cheese in the midst of transformation from solid to liquid, a smattering of sliced pickled jalapeno giving a needed jolt of color and a less-needed jolt of flavor. The main ingredients are definitively potatoes and fat. I'm not complaining, just saying. The fries ring true with freshly cut potato flavor, slightly limp with oil, and they seem to rejoice in their lack of refinement.The melting mess o' pimento cheese shouts out a warning: use your fingers only if you welcome oil stains and smears on your shirt and pants.
Like I said, I typically like my pimento cheese at room temperature or below. Melting pimento cheese too often turns grainy and unpleasant. But Farm Burger's pimento cheese seems better suited to melting atop a mass of hot potato than most. There's no graininess here, only indulgence. And those pickled jalapenos? They provide a pleasing counterpunch to the fat - sharp, slightly acidic, full of manageable heat.
From now on, when I visit Farm Burger, I think I'll stick with my regular quinoa burger, but will go with a friend who just might try to convince me to share a basket of those pimento cheese fries.
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