Let’s start with a confession:
I walked into a diner the other day and asked for a kids’ grilled cheese.
Not the gourmet version with house-made sourdough and truffle aioli.
Not the avocado smash with microgreens.
Just a plain, buttery, white-bread grilled cheese.
Cut into two triangles.
Served with a side of fries that taste like they were fried in oil from 1998.
And you know what?
I needed that.
I’d had a rough day.
My brain was fried.
My heart was heavy.
And all I wanted was something simple, small, and safe.
So I pointed to the cartoon corner of the menu — you know, the one with the crayon drawings and the smiling chicken — and said:
“Can I get the kids’ grilled cheese?”
And the server gave me the look.
Not mean.
Not rude.
But that subtle eyebrow lift — the one that says:
“You’re an adult. You’re supposed to order adult food.”
As if comfort has an age limit.
As if hunger comes with a dress code.
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It’s for:
