There are things you really didn't need to know about.
Wedgenachos are one of those things.
My writing group ended up at The Clyde in Carlton tonight. A bowl of Wedgenachos was plonked in front of us.
Really good, really fluffy-on-the-inside, crispy-on-the-outside wedges, covered with cheese, guacamole, sour cream and salsa, with some jalepenos on top.
Maybe it was the company (my writring group are awesome), maybe the chilly winer evening or just the fact that anything with fried potatoes done well is just wonderful.
These things are just evil. Good evil.
The food at The Clyde, on Cardigan Street in Carlton is great.
And though I've taken some buscopan to ward off a gall bladder attack (as these were packed down with some very good chicken quesadilla) they were utterly worth it.
The company made these even better.
But these are the things that dreams are made of.
I just wish I didn't know about them.
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