A story we can all relate to...
It's 2:15am Friday night. You and a couple pals are just getting home from a night out, and as you sink, exhausted, into the sofa, you all agree on one thing: you're hungry as balls. An hour earlier this wouldn't have been an issue - bundle up and head over to Usdan to drop some heavy points at Late Night. Sure it's cold outside and a pretty long walk, but it's all worth it for that warm, satisfied feeling in your tummy. Unfortunately, 1:30's long gone, and there aren't any other ways of getting rid of that end-of-the-night hunger, right?
WRONG!
Here's what you do: hit up docsgrille@gmail.com from your Wesleyan email account and order a few sandwiches. In what seems like no time at all, a fellow Wes student arrives at your door hefting a bag filled to the brim with the munchies of the gods: grilled cheese. You throw a few duckets at the delivery guy, grab the sandwiches, rip off the aluminum foil, and dig in.
This is just what you needed: a layer of gooey, melted cheese gently held in an embrace between two slices of warmly toasted, perfectly crisped golden-brown bread. No, it's not a dream. That buttery, cheesy goodness is real, and you're f**kin' eating it.
We're Doc's Grille. We got grilled cheese. We will bring it to you.
