I see and hear people proclaim their love for potato corner all the time. This leaves me a little bit angry because all I want in life is for potato corner to love me, and only me back.
We all grew up lining up under the beautiful glow of the handsome face of Spudster. I remember begging my mother to get me an order of large cheese fries every single time I caught of a glimpse of a kiosk (she always relented because she couldn't resist it either). The closer and closer I get to the bottom of my French fry box, the sadder I got; Potato corner was my first love, we were inseparable.
The only thing that's changed between potato corner and I is that we both grew older, and with age comes change. Years back, I'd settle with a large order, but now that I'm older, a large is just never enough. I thought it wasn't possible, but my love for potato corner has only gotten stronger; it has grown as much as they've evolved from a large to a tetra. read more