The Ocean Deck in Daytona Beach

One of the nights we were in Daytona, the grandparents watched the Grunion while we went off to pretend we were young and Grunion-less.  I wanted to check out the Ocean Deck, cause I heard it was where the cool kids hung out.  In fact, the Ocean Deck is a restaurant/bar located smack dab in the middle of the "hip" section of Daytona Beach.  During the warmer months (and when we aren't visiting to ruin the weather) the Ocean Deck is party central for spring breakers/party types.  Amy looked like she belonged there.

I did not.

While ordering beers, Amy noticed that the Ocean Deck offers a LARGE FRIGATE OF FRIES!  Wha?  I don't know much, but I know that a frigate is generally a large ship-and a "large frigate" is probably larger than a regular frigate, so I was excited.  Notice that "Rasta Sauce" is also on the menu.  WTF?

I asked the waitress if the Rasta Sauce would really turn me into a Rasta and whether I would need the 5oz or 14oz bottle.  She didn't get it and treated us like old people for the rest of the night.

While we were waiting, this guy came in and sat at the table next to us and immediately started yammering at me like he'd never been in a bar in his life.  He was clearly on something speedy, and was soon joined by what HAD to be a professional escort.  Amy got all James Bond and snapped this pick of the back of the guy's head.

Also while we waited for what we imagined would be the most fries we had ever seen served in a boat-shaped box, the house band (called Caribbean Breeze) played All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie.  Sweet!

When the waitress brought the fries we thought there was a mistake.  Much sadness.  No boat-shaped box. No giant portion.  Boo.  This was your garden-variety decent size order of fries.

Eerily similar to fries from McD's, they were tasty and crisp.  For $2.95 in a hip joint in the middle of the cool section of Daytona, they were acceptable-but certainly not worthy of being called a "large" order, much less a "frigate".  7 out of 10 (due to trickery).

P.S. The Rasta Sauce did not work on me.