disco what?

You are probably asking yourself some or all of the following questions:

1. What are discofries?
2. Is it possible to have a singular 'discofry?'
3. Where did I leave my keys?

I can help with the first two, but you're on your own for the third. Discofries are a delicacy found at my favorite NYC late night eatery, the Waverly Restaurant. This fine establishment is not a diner. Don't be fooled by its impossibly extensive menu. Yes, ma'am, you may have a baked Virginia ham steak with pineapple ring at 4:30 am. Dieting? Perhaps consider something from the Waist Watchers portion of the menu. Fancy a diet burger? Yes, that does come with cottage cheese, as do all options in this section.

Discofries are, in essence, cut potato wedges, fried, and then baked covered with cheese. The layman might know this delicious concoction as 'cheese fries.' But really, they symbolize much more. Many fantastic nights have ended at the Waverly Restaurant with friends, sharing discofries, grilled cheese, and on a special occasions, a quiche. See my good friend above, enjoying said fries. You can't fake pure joy like that.

I'm not sure exactly what I'll be posting here, but I can narrow it down slightly for you. There will be no post involving:

1. geometric equations
2. discussion of raisins or other dried fruits
3. smack talk about my friends (that's for my other blog)

That's really all I'm willing to rule out at this point. Everything else is fair game.

Also, I've decided to do a New York mag style scoring system for my blog, awarding winners and losers for each post.

winner: discofries, obvi
loser: Virginia baked ham with pineapple ring at 4:30 am