Tater Tots Love Fix Pimped Out by The Griffin
Tater Tots. Tater Tots. Tater Tots.
Every dive bar needs to leave their stamp. One simple indelible mark on its neighborhood, its city or it gets lost in the shuffle of discount well drinks and $3 PBR and The Griffin has done this with its basket of tater tots.
I am not exaggerating when I say that The Griffin’s is my favorite fried potato in Los Angeles, beating out Bouchon’s french fries.
There is just something about the texture of the shredded potato, the playfulness of its crunchy, oily outside and its silky buttery inside. It’s a bite size nugget of blissful joy, really. And the The Griffin has perfected it.
It fucking goes great with beer, bourbon, The Griffin’s frosty Moscow Mule, just about anything really and that is the genius of these devil fuckers.
Go there and I promise you that you’ll see baskets of these dirty little bitches at just about every table and all along the bar… patrons popping them in their mouths with hurried glee.
It’s a drug, a cure all and a best friend all rolled into one.
The Griffin, bless you. You are the tater to my tot.