Grilled cheese, two ways, Toronto

Recently I ordered two grilled cheese sandwiches in the same week. I didn't take photos for either, because they were eaten and ordered so quickly that I forgot everything that led up to the last crumb consumed.

But I will say that each sandwich determined something for me. Determined whether I would return to these establishments and how their kitchen was operating.

As a happenstance run in catch up get together, I ran into a friend at one place and bicycled over to the Wallflower back patio on her recommendation to have a proper catch up and to get some food in me. Ordering a grilled cheese immediately before my friend even arrived, her deviled eggs still arrived before my sandwich was delivered. But the wait was worth it. A hot crispy buttery sandwich with a good cheesy stretch and a side of firm ruffage, I would definitely return to try more menu items from what I always thought was just a drinking hole.

Later that week, hearing that Skyline diner had been bought up by owners of several popular bar and restaurant establishments around the West End who have spruced up the menu with fresh ingredients, I ventured in to try the new fare. While decor appearances look basically the same with a bit of fixing up, the greasy spoon menu has been also only lightly touched up. Ordering their grilled cheese with fries, a very basic soppy sandwich on bad bread came out with over burnt fries. Disappointed in their treatment of the classic grilled cheese, I expressed my regret of ordering fries over salad, but the server just waved it off saying people crave fries at a diner. Yes, so I would have hoped that the fries and greasy spoon classics would have been better.

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