French Assassin. Scarface. Grim Reaper. Executioner.
As you’ve no-doubt surmised by the words above, we’re talking about grilled cheese today.
Grilled cheeses named those very things.
Fine specimens of toasted, Muenster-filled bread being dipped into warm bowls of tomato soup with the slightest hint of bleu melted in. Things like that.
Things you’ll find in ample supply at Killer Melts, the local grilled cheese food truck that suddenly has a brick-and-mortar spot which is now open in central Miami serving this type of borderline inappropriate deliciousness.
Grab a seat at one of the cheddar-colored metal stools, be it early afternoon or 2am on a Friday or Saturday night, and prepare to feast.
On these. On every last one of these...
As you’ve no-doubt surmised by the words above, we’re talking about grilled cheese today.
Grilled cheeses named those very things.
Fine specimens of toasted, Muenster-filled bread being dipped into warm bowls of tomato soup with the slightest hint of bleu melted in. Things like that.
Things you’ll find in ample supply at Killer Melts, the local grilled cheese food truck that suddenly has a brick-and-mortar spot which is now open in central Miami serving this type of borderline inappropriate deliciousness.
Grab a seat at one of the cheddar-colored metal stools, be it early afternoon or 2am on a Friday or Saturday night, and prepare to feast.
On these. On every last one of these...
