If growing up in the '90s had a flavor, would it be fries and ranch?

Notes on couple skate, cheese foam, the Northway Mall, chocolate sourdough and how ranch dressing belongs to Alaska.

My buddy Aaron and I grew up deep in East Anchorage. Yesterday we were texting about Royal Roller Rink, housed in a Quonset-roofed cinder block building set back off DeBarr Road, a social palace for the junior high set in the ‘80s and ‘90s. Aaron and I bonded over the feeling of being physically vaporized when the lights went down and the disco ball sta…