Never fear, New York brethren: You too can achieve tater-tot nirvana.
The Redhead’s version—possibly the best I’ve ever had—has a hint of onion that makes them reminiscent of a latke; the sauce is a subtly spicy remoulade. And, if you happen to be patronizing one of the East Village’s myriad watering holes and realize, at midnight, that you forgot to eat dinner, this is the bite for you.
(They’re great sans alcohol, too.)
349 E. 13th Street
New York, NY