Lately, living a short 10 blocks from one, ‘Pacific Ocean’, I’ve really been appreciating life. Sun, air, sleep; the classics. But, as any normal American, I’ve been wanting more. Looking for something fresh. Something brand new. Something with promise. Something with the power to single handedly improve the quality of my life- And today I found it. Or should I say, rediscovered it. ‘Sex’? you may ask, hesitantly, realizing as the words leave your mouth that you really don’t want to know the answer to that question. Nope. Better. The Cheese Sandwich.

When was the last time you had one? Just cheese. Not grilled. Nice and cold. Mine was swiss. Cheddar is the best. Sharp Cheddar. Damn. So good. When I bit through that soft wheat bread and my teeth sunk into the cold creamy swiss goodness from both sides, meeting in the middle and chewing hungrily a perfectly uniform first bite of richness and starch, the flavors locked inside were so eloquently exposed to my pleasantly familiar tastbuds. Nostalgic they were. My tastebuds. And firm. Rough in their approach.

Egotistical by design, sloppy in its arrangement, the Cheese Sandwich inspires ferocity and aggression. A testament to its greatness and the overwhelming experience that it is. Timeless. Never to be forgotten again.

10/06/2007
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