The Tuna Melt
I’m serious, you guys. I don’t like to think about food when I go out to dinner. This, I know, seems counterintuitive. But I’d rather focus on making Kate laugh or giving Amy my undivided attention or staring at the TV above my father’s head. The Tuna Melt is an old standard, a fallback plan, and my default. It is almost always edible because of that thing that happens where the American cheese tempers the taste of the tuna fish. Yeah, I’m really writing about this. Because I would estimate that I’ve eaten around 300-400 tuna melts in this decade.
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