I’ve had potatoes prepared 437 different ways across 16 countries, but the first bite of a french fry at Heavy’s Barburger in Charleston made me question everything I thought I knew about food.
The humble potato – transformed through some mystical combination of technique, timing, and tenderness – becomes something transcendent inside this unassuming Morrison Drive establishment.
You might drive past Heavy’s without a second glance if you didn’t know better.
The modest building with its bright blue signage doesn’t scream “culinary revelation waiting inside.”…