There's this place called Butter Island.

I have the song "Puff, the Magic Dragon" stuck in my head. It's been there since about 6:30 Tuesday night, when I ate dinner in a school bus.

The Grilled Cheese Grill opened on Monday. An Airstream-ish trailer, with a canopy attached. No ordinary food cart, this place has some setup! About 10 picnic tables or so, on a gravely lot, with buckets of napkins and enough hot sauces to go around. And. My favorite part. A real life school bus, converted into a kick-ass dining room.

But I am getting away from the whole point of this. The food. Their menu is ambitious. The combinations extraordinary. Their methods... well, you be the judge. I placed my order for the Southsider. In exchange, I got a Garbage Pail Kids card, with Silent Sandy on it. They told me that when my food was ready, they'd call my name. My Garbage Pail Kid name.

While I was standing there, waiting for my food, one of the guys in the trailer stuck his head out. "Imogen! Imogen! Your order is ready." No one responded. Once more. "Imogen!" A guy with long dreadlocks sitting at a picnic table finally realized they were calling him. "Here's your Cheesus Burger." Now just for your information, a Cheesus Burger is a 1/3 lb. burger in between *2* grilled cheese sandwiches, instead of buns. Imogen a.k.a. Dreadlocks Guy, eagerly grabbed the paperbag and took off down the street with his dog.

"Silent Sandy!" My order was up in less than 5 minutes. Perfect! I was running late, but I didn't care. I wanted to eat in the school bus. I decided immediately that the school bus had to be the scene of many Mortified moments, if not from my own life, from many others. The tables were covered in nerdy kid school pictures, and there were laminated essays from elementary school kids about grilled cheese sandwiches. On my table, the essay read: "I like grilled cheese because when I lick the bread, I feel like I'm on butter island."

I'm not sure if it was the essay that affected my brain, but I sure felt like I was on Butter Island when I bit into my sandwich. Grilled sourdough, but with a BUNCH of butter. Not that I'm complaining. I freaking love butter. Inside the Southsider: artichokes, sun-dried tomatoes, mushrooms and mozzarella. A lot of mozzarella.

It was greasy and cheesy and such the perfect end to my hungry stomach. I had grabbed a to-go menu when I was ordering and I read over the little intro on the back:

"So come by for a taste of your childhood. Unless your childhood sucked, and then we'll let ya share a taste of ours." I think I teared up just now, writing that down. I had a good childhood, but I still want to taste theirs, because I think theirs was greasier and probably pretty delicious and maybe I need a peek of that every so often. You should check out their menu online because you will want to taste their childhood, too. Trust me.

Besides, how often do you get to be called by a Garbage Pail Kid name AND eat on the school bus without getting in trouble!



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T - Th: 11:30 am - 9:00pm
Fri - Sat: 11:30 am- late night
Sunday: 11:30 am - 3:30 pm