Our pro says
Naturally, I keep a running Crispy Potato Chart in my head, ranking northern restaurants that have excelled in the field of twice- and thrice-cooked potatoes. Madre’s papas potatoes with garlic crema: steamed, dried, crushed and fried to create crunchy, winningly buttery uber-chips, bear comparison with my No 1, the superlative spuds previously served at Norland’s The Moorcock Inn. Compared to its elegantly seasoned guacamole or the distinctive, authentic nixtamalized corn flavour of its tacos, they may seem peripheral in assessing Madre’s Mexican cred. But finished with roasted habanero vinegar, they are testament to the kitchen’s fastidiousness.
A chic space with a warm energy (its design channelling a certain upscale 70s beachside nightclub feel), Madre, abuzz even on Wednesday night, could coast on vibe. But, no. In its…
