I have heard about Cheesies for years, but have never been to one of their brick and mortar locations. That said, I knew that they must be pretty good to have built a small-chain empire in Chicago based solely on the grilled cheese sandwich concept. This past weekend, some friends and I went to Arlington Park Racetrack and they were having a food truck festival - the Cheesies truck was there, so it seemed the perfect opportunity to see what the hype was about. The line was fairly long which, while annoying, was a good sign. The menu on the truck was fairly limited - maybe about 5 different sandwiches.
I saw someone walking away with tater tots covered in molten cheese and bacon - looked amazing and frightening at the same time. I decided I would retain a small piece of my dignity and not try the tater tots...little did I know, ordering the tots would likely have been like ordering a salad compared to what I ordered.
As an aficionado of the Jalapeno Popper, I knew I had to order "The Popper"....billed as a grilled cheese sandwich with cheddar, bacon, cream cheese and fresh jalapenos...I was a bit taken back by the fact that all sandwiches were around the $10 mark (in my head I stupidly pictured a grilled cheese someone might make at home)....well a few things about the price point....first, the prices were in line with the food truck market (there were a dozen other food trucks there)....second, it likely only seemed like a lot because you weren't at a sit down restaurant (perception factor) and third - if you are afraid one of the grilled cheese sandwiches won't be enough, you would be wrong.
The Popper came in a little cardboard tray. The bread - sourdough I think - was about ¼ to a 1/2 in thick per slice and the fillings were at least a 1/2 in thick, maybe more. I knew immediately that the portion size fit the bill (it was on 1:30 PM and I had had nothing to eat since the night before). The thing looked awesome - glistening in lovely golden brown goodness...it was greasy....not in a "I just drank a mug of canola oil" greasy, but....think greasy slice of awesome pizza - once in a while, it is awesome right? Like aforementioned pizza reference, the little cardboard tray was beginning to turn transparent - something I never thought a grilled cheese could actually cause. I will tell you, I did hesitate - not because it didn't look good - but because I was at the racetrack - my expert eye visually identified The Popper has a high risk to the system....I thought of my car a mile away in the parking lot. I thought of my house some three miles beyond that. Should the Popper cause a containment breach of my insides, that would be a long way to hustle...sure, Arlington has public facilities, but nothing appropriate for the potential hellfire and nuclear fallout this thing might cause. Fortunately (and inexplicably), the event I feared - a recreation of the Wildfire scene in Game of Throne's King's Landing never came.
The sandwich was hot - all the way through, despite its size. The cheddar was a pyroclastic flow of oozy goodness, with the consistency of tree resin (I mean this in a good way just FYI)...I could not see, nor taste the cream cheese, but the texture assured me it was there. The bacon was a compliment that added depth and the fresh (not pickled) jalapenos perfectly complimented the entire grease cake - their capsacious heat dulled down amidst the onslaught of cheese. In the aftermath, the cardboard container sat empty - it's structural integrity compromised by the oil slick that had saturated it. Three napkins had fallen to the behemoth...they lay transparent and in shreds on the wooden picnic bench...deep inside of me, my entire system was locked in a gelatinous yet surprisingly stable state of stasis - my stomach acid having experienced a Ph transformation and becoming more base than baking soda....
The flavors were excellent, the texture perfect, my hunger satiated...I felt mildly ashamed, but it was worth it. I sat there, covered in crumbs - my hands slick with grease, but I felt clean - and that is because for a brief instant, the cheese had cleansed my soul and I knew....everything would be ok with the world...
These folks know what they are doing. The price point is worth the experience. You could not recreate this at home. If you ate it several days a week, you would be dead within 6 months. As an occasional experience (say after a doctor's office visit, not before) it is quite a thing. I can't even imagine the nirvana it would bring you if you were drunk....as I said earlier though, I took a big risk - this thing by all rights should have torn through my innards like some sort of grizzly bear-octopus-predator-porcupine mutant, but it didn't....all I can say is I got lucky - I would probably not take the same chance again unless I had a nice quiet, secure, remote, bunker of a bathroom nearby just in case. read more