Speaks for itself. So instead I’ll tell you about this delicious grilled-cheese sandwich I had yesterday. I was generously treated to a lunch at a new restaurant with a Belgian bent on 29th street and Lexington Avenue called Resto. Though resolutely non-vegetarian (even the tables I think were whittled from some kind of pork flank), Resto was an upbeat, sunny, unpretentious place with friendly staff. One of its “small plates” was the grilled cheese sandwich: with its mix of cheddar, gruyere, and pork belly (now turn that frown upside-down, it was just a flat, crispy variation on bacon), and thick, substantial slabs of buttery bread, this was one of the most delightful sandwiches I’ve eaten in some time (second place, an innocuous-seeming little Chinese fusion place on 16th and 3rd or so, called Chinos; the offensiveness of its retro font is commendably countered by its delicious Mahi-Mahi sandwich, served with pickled onions, I think, and cilantro on a puffy, slippery bun, with light dijon mayo).