Fish and chips. Apple pie and vanilla ice cream. Prosciutto and melon. Somethings just go well together. One of my favorite pairings? Beer and cheese fries. (Beer and nachos comes a very close second.)
Thursday night, after several hours of beer pong (yes, we have a ping-pong table at work; no, I don’t know why or how it got there), we headed over to Triple Rock Brewery. I wasn’t planning on drinking any more beer as I had already consumed a hefty dose of Miller High Life (the champagne of beers!). Next thing I knew, JW brought over a large and tasty looking plate of chili cheese fries.
“What’s this?” I asked. “Did you order cheese fries?”
In his usual, low-key manner, JW replied, “Nope. I was scouting them out by the kitchen. None of the servers were picking it up, and they were there for a while, so I just took them. No reason to let the food go to waste, right?”
The four of us sat there for a while in amusement and confusion, but ultimately hunger took over and we ravaged the plate of chili cheese fries. They were cold, so JW’s assertion that they had been abandoned was correct. But they were still mighty delicious!
Now I refer to JW as the Robin Hood of Cheese Fries. Re-allocating resources from the haves to the have-nots (and the drunks). Thanks, man!