An Ode to Grillers

I don’t know what to say.

I know we had our differences, but I never thought it would end like this. Sure, you were a little dirty and smoked a little too much weed all the time, but I will never forget the buttery, garlic-y magic of your grilled cheeses. Your mini cheesesteaks were the best thing that ever happened to me. And who could forget all of those cheese balls you may or may not have let me steal so many times. All those times I cut the huge line of drunk, hungry vagabonds you never told me to go to the back of the line. You just dutifully handed over the 2-5 grilled cheeses, depending on how much I had to drink that night.

Who else brought strangers together like you did? You linked the community together, giving us your mozzarella sticks to bond over. The Grillers community was a loyal one. Plus your Twitter account was hilarious.

“You took my fears away,
And made them true,
You took my love away,
And ripped my heart out too,
You took my laughter away,
And my happiness too,
And let all my sadness,
And tears get through,
The rest of me that was left,
Also left with you,
I lost my self ,
When I lost you.”

RIP Grillers. Forever in our hearts. But mostly in our arteries.

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Maggie McGlinchy

Senior. Print Journalism Major, Spanish Minor. My only childhood memory involves me playing with a toy circus car.


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