What is it about grilled cheese sandwiches that makes them so unbelievably delicious? Is it the crunch of the outside combined with the soft orange goo on the inside? Is it the taste of slightly burnt bread? Is it the magic that is made when cheese is melted to perfection - until it just begins to drip out of the sides of the bread? Is it the unique delicate saltiness of the cheese that permeates the bread so that you taste cheese with every bite, even when you're eating a lonely, cheese-less corner? Is it the greasiness of the bread that makes it go down smoothly and gives a light-textured crunch to every bite? Is it when the crumbs stick to the corners of your mouth? Or when the flavour of cheese remains in your still-salivating mouth? Does it stare at you, calling you, while you write about it, pleading to be eaten, begging you to forget about how greasy it will make your fingers and, consequently, your keyboard?
The answer, quite simply, is yes.