“I’m not an 8-year-old, I don’t eat things like this anymore, and I certainly don’t enjoy it when I do,” I thought, shoveling into my mouth an insanely delicious wad of crispy crinkle fries from A&R BBQ that were drenched in spicy barbecue sauce, covered in pulled pork, and drizzled with bright-yellow nacho cheese. So, apparently, I do eat things like that. And I did enjoy it. And I’m only slightly ashamed to admit it.
Barbecue cheese fries aren’t on the menu at A&R. The restaurant made them for my twin daughters who had ordered a plate of barbecue nachos and were inconsolable when the waitress returned to the table and said they were all out of tortilla chips.
The twins had originally wanted both barbecue nachos and a plate of fries, but I’d put my foot down and reminded them that we hadn’t exactly gone out for health food and should make some effort to be moderate in our indulgences. And I’ve got to admit, I was more than a little surprised to hear my own voice asking, “Since you’re out of chips, could you maybe take all the stuff that goes on barbecue nachos and put it on top of a large order of fries?”
“We’ve never done anything like that, but I don’t see why not,” our waitress said, and she disappeared into the front room. The next time we saw her she was standing at our table beaming down over the steaming fry plate. “I think we should start making this as a special,” she said, waiting around to see if we liked the result. It was pure Southern decadence. And we all loved it. “Yes you should,” I said appreciatively.
Acts of kindness go a long way, and on this occasion our server turned bad news into good food and a great memory. I may not eat things like barbecue nacho fries anymore, but l’ll certainly be spending more time at A&R in the future.