Spud Bros. Poetry
I love everything about french fries. And – much to my delight – Spud Bros. at 2010 10th Street in Boulder is the purveyor of possibly the best french fries on the planet. They are even poets, having written a poem titled Ode to Spuds.
When I get my first no from Brad
I can count on French fries to take away the sad
When I can’t get tickets to Boulder Ignite
I go to Spud Bros. to get a bite.
Built up an appetite going up Sanitas for a hike
Coming down for some Chili Fries I like
When I’m in need of some WiFi
I know where to go for the Internet and a Fry
After a night out on the town
I head to Spud Bros.
Where everybody knows your name
and they’re always glad you came.
Thankfully the fries are better than the poetry. And yes – the Brad they refer to c’est moi.