Sep 302013
Because dieting is dumb, that’s why…
I’ve always wondered why they call it “grilled cheese,” when it isn’t made on a grill. It’s almost always fried in a pan. Griddled cheese, maybe. Anyway, this lunch took the misnomer to a whole new, delicious level. Katie and I stopped into Olive for a late lunch, and treated ourselves to the special. It was a deep fried grilled cheese made with Havarti, Cheddar and Parmesan, served with a bowl of outstanding tomato and black bean soup. It was a deep fried middle finger to our normally careful eating habits, and it was worth every minute I’ll spend sweating it off later.