After deep meditation and profound regret, I have come to the conclusion that a person's taste if fries is personal. I just hope I don't now kill myself, knowing as I do now that there's no golden fry at the end of the rainbow.
But be of good cheer, I suppose, because I should feel empowered. I can now name any fries I chose to be the champion of the world. And I, of course, will be the greatest person on earth when I eat them.