PLAYA VISTA >> You could almost see J.J. Redick going through the memories, flipping through the thoughts in his brain like someone searching for a single document in an overstuffed file cabinet.
Is he looking for truffle fries? Nah. Poutine? Nope, that’s not it either.
As Redick tried to figure out where his favorite french fries get served, a lightning bolt struck, tying his brain, his taste buds and his words into a single statement.
“Oh my God. Hopdoddy. Their fries,” Redick said. “Wow.”
But the burger bar’s fries? They’ll The burger bar’s fries have to remain a memory for now.