When Filbert P. Horsefeathers walks into George Crum's restaurant, he tells the waitress, I have a hankering for a heaping helping of potatoes. Fine cook that he is, George prepares a serving of his most scrumptious, succulent and sublime potato wedges, only to have Filbert send them back. Too thick, he says. So, George makes thinner wedges. But his picky customer sends them back again. And again. Feeling a bit mischievous, George decides to use his sharpest knife to cut paper-thin potato slices, which he fries until they are crackling and then showers with salt. At last, Filbert is satisfied, proclaiming, Perfection! Which they are. Because, quite by accident, George Crum has invented potato chips!