I answered: "It is, but only margarinely more."
Note: this really happened.
Out of the frying pan and into the friar.
The waiter responds: "what's with the big pause? "
Chilled grease!
It's a just-in-quesadilla.
To me, there is nothing Grater
Dad: Why didn't you make me a grilled cheese too?
Me: I dunno. I didn't think you wanted one.
Dad: I guess I wasn't Gouda-nough
I'm Lack Toast Intolerant.
Dad: "Hey my grill is really hot. My grill keeps me warm. My grill is smokin! She's my number one grill."
We were talking about cheeses and I said if you put havarti and gouda together on a grilled cheese it's so amazing.
A student said "havarti done it."
Grate, now what am I supposed to do?
(Happened when I was trying to prepare a grilled cheese for my daughter's lunch)
What would you guys name a sausage and grilled cheese truck? I came here for obvious reasons. The truck's wrap depicts a sausage smashing the Berlin wall, if that helps.
I was out with some friends, we were grabbing some food at a local coffee shop. Their prices were fucking sweet, like three bucks for a sandwich. Anyway, I placed by order:
-$4.50 for a grilled cheese (heavenly)
-$3.00 for a small shake
-$0.60 tax
The cashier nods and says, "Thank you, that'll be $8.10"
I replied, "It's about to be ea-ten"
I'm pretty sure they spit in my food...
Wife: Can you man the soup while I make the grilled cheese? Me yelling at the soup cans: BE A MAN!!!
My friends were talking about different kinds of cheese.
> Oh my gosh, do you see that grilled cheese floating over there?
They all look around the room in confusion...
> Oh... nevermind, it was just a halloumination.
I shouldn't have said it whilst one of them was holding the cheese knife - he looked like he wanted to stab me.
Me: I'm hungry can you make me a sandwich?
Dad: Here, let me make you a grilled cheese.
(proceeds to open fridge, and take out the cheese)
Dad: GOD DAMNIT CHEESE,YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHIN. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET SOME WORK DONE TODAY. KEEP THIS UP AND YOU WONT BE HERE NEXT MONDAY...
I never got a sandwich.
Background: My SO and I were at a flea market in LA the other day where there were food trucks scattered about. The one we chose to eat at specialized in grilled cheese (my favorite food). They had a sign saying they would cater special events... I asked how far of a radius they would travel. Cheese Griller: We actually have a few trucks between here and Texas. Me: None in North Carolina? Cheese Griller: Nope. Me: Well... are you looking for any francheesors?
SO immediately disowned me and walked away.
But I don't know how to tuna fish.
From my dad at the dinner table this evening, grill cheese and tuna on a bun.
The waiter replies “Why the big pawse?”
...
“Because I’m a bear”
He says to the waiter, “I want a grilled... cheese.” The waiter says “what’s with the pause?” “What do you mean?” the bear inquires, “I’m a bear!”
The bear says 'A grilled...cheese,' The waiter says 'Why the big pause?' The bear responds 'I'm a bear.'
