WHY did I not save this place for my 46th Basket Review?! “Basket Review No. 46: 46 North Pints & Provisions.” That would’ve been perfect.
What. A. Shame.
BUT the show must go on. So here we are.
This place was quite neat. I’ll touch on the atmosphere towards the end. For now, there are chicken strips to discuss.
These were some of the best looking strips I’ve seen. I almost let out an audible “ooo” when my waitress set them down. That wouldn’t have been awkward and uncomfortable at all.
The taste matched the looks. These were delicious. The breading was well-seasoned and impressively crispy for how thin it was. The meat itself was so, so juicy, which spoke to the quality of the chicken. (I need a moment to collect myself).
OK. I’m good. Moving on …
I liked the fries. They were fries that can be found anywhere, but the seasoning is what elevated them beyond average. It was pretty standard, tasty fry seasoning, but was distributed evenly. There wasn’t a bland potato in sight. The consistency of the ranch was a little thin for my liking, but it tasted good.
The only knock I have against the basket was the price tag. These strips put me out $14. But ya know what? I wasn’t even mad. They were well worth it.
A good friend told me about these chicken strips awhile back. She pitched them as a solid 8, so I had to see if they lived up to the hype. They did. I’m going even higher than that. 8.6. Good fries, not great fries; good ranch, not great ranch; but truly great chicken strips. Thanks for enlightening me, Amy. I appreciate you.
The service was quite good. The ambiance was very cool. I was seated in a booth next to a big, street view window so I could watch the world go by while I sank my teeth into America’s finest food. They used some old wood for the bar. There was exposed brick on the walls. (I should start taking more photos or even video). It was an awesome place to have lunch. I plan on going back for food and maybe cocktail hour at some point.
I don’t have any stories about something going terribly wrong for me or almost getting killed by a train. The Winterpocalypse was miserable and everyone sucks at driving. So that’s been fun.
46 North. The (current) chicken strip standard for downtown Fargo. Go there. 8.6.
You have validated my taste in strips. I appreciate YOU.
Your good friend Amy
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