Winter. When I was a kid that meant bundling up against the bitter cold and piling into the car. Mom and Dad took us to the original Nathan’s in Brooklyn – long before most people knew the name, food, and frozen products. We bought huge servings of French Fries, smothered in salt, ketchup, and mustard, loving the steamy crunch. Little did we know that our delicious fries weren’t French but the magic of Nathan Handwerker. Handwerker couldn’t imagine that Nathan’s
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