In the Northeast, we have only three real choices for quality fast food French Fries: McDonald's, Burger King, and Wendy's. When the fry jones strikes (and it will, often), which brand do you choose? The thin, salty, great taste of McDonald's? The sweet, crusty regality of Burger King? The thick, potato-y fluff of Wendy's? Some people stand by their preference with the loyalty of a trusty Golden Retriever. Others flit from franchise to franchise like a wanton mistress. The staff at Fast Food Fever does not judge; we create. Imagine a world where the lingering remnants from the grease traps of a thousand fry batches is multiplied by three. The tasty salts from three pillars of society mingle as one. You do not have to choose. There is no choice to be made. Only bliss.