Today Kish and I decided to check out Grandview Mercantile in the Short North and have some brunch beforehand. We parked near the store and decided to stroll down High Street until we saw a restaurant that piqued our interest. When we passed by Melt, we had to stop to check it out.
Kish loves grilled cheese sandwiches, and that — along with beer — is basically what Melt has to offer. But saying they serve grilled cheese sandwiches is like saying Jack Nicholson is a decent actor. It doesn’t really capture the entirety of the body of work, or the creativity and talent behind the performances. Melt offers every imaginable form and combination of grilled cheese that a rational person could imagine — and a few others, besides.
So, I was intrigued to see what Melt’s brunch would be like. I ordered the green eggs and ham offering from the brunch menu, which included ham, cheese, an egg over easy, and Green Goddess dressing, all served in the form of a grilled cheese sandwich. It was tasty, and also titanic — so frigging huge that I could only eat half of it, and I was pretty hungry. When our friendly waitress came by to ask if we wanted dessert, we laughed out loud at the ludicrousness of that notion. She smiled and admitted that she typically sells only about one dessert a month because the entrees are so massive. They have good coffee, too, by the way.
Melt is a pretty good option for brunch, but for God’s sake be sure to bring your appetite.
Our new temporary quarters have worked out well, with one exception: Penny has refused to go up the stairs at night.
This was not a problem in our New Albany home, where Penny would dutifully trudge up the stairs at bedtime. But here, the steep steps seem to have freaked her out, and she simply will not go up the stairs voluntarily. When we accepted that fact and left her downstairs, she barked and whimpered so we couldn’t sleep. And if you’ve got a dog, you know that they are stubborn creatures; we soon realized that she was going to be able to bark and whimper much longer than we were going to be able to endure the noise.
What to do? We consulted our vet. Friends and family shared theories about the true cause of the problem. We got advice about space-age dog carrying devices. We developed approaches to the stairs that we thought would give Penny maximum support, encouragement, and confidence. And the last few nights we’ve wrangled her up the stairs using a jury-rigged combination of leash, folded fleece blanket to serve as a kind of lifting and carrying sling, and sheer lugging.
And then we realized: she doesn’t have a problem coming down the steep new stairs in the morning. Why? Well, it might be gravity . . . or it might be the incentive of a morning meal. We know that Labs have insatiable appetites. Why not try to lure her up the stairs with food? Last night we employed the Milk-Bone Solution to the stair problem, and sure enough Penny scampered up the stairs and gladly munched down her reward biscuit.
It’s the power of the Milk-Bone.