Right now, it’s all about grilled cheese. According to a story in the New York Times, Los Angeles restaurants have turned the crave-worthy delight (yes, I’m a huge fan) into a money-maker.
But in Los Angeles, the grilled cheese is less a starting place than a destination, an object of outright mania, not just at workaday coffee shops but also at any number of well-regarded restaurants, where it’s slathered with short ribs, decorated with piquillo peppers or topped gently with a quail egg.
Thursday is grilled cheese night at Campanile, a standard-bearer of Italian dining in Los Angeles, and the restaurant’s busiest night, when the tables bustle with families, hot daters, girls-night-out revelers downing prosecco, and divorced dads hoping to buy good will from their estranged children.
Grilled cheese hour is the new happy hour. Seriously, let’s make it happen in NY.