
Very rarely do I cry. I don't cry in movies. I don't cry over stories in books. I didn't even cry (that much) when my heart was broken. However, I do cry over food. Though, like with other things in my life, these tear-inducing occasions are rare, they are...fabulous. Call me a sissy; I don't care.
Up until recently, I have wept twice over food. Once, it was the first time I tried toro sushi. The other time was the first time I tasted steak rare. (I had eaten steak well-done my entire life previous, and had eaten raw beef in the form of carpaccio and marinating galbi, but never steak.)
Now I can say I have cried three times over food. The grilled cheese sandwich at Table 8 in Los Angeles made me weep, y'all. It was ridiculous, and I swear it was not "that time of the month." Chef Govind Armstrong (yes, the one on whom I have confessed to having a massive chef-crush) serves the Grilled Cheese with Pulled Short Ribs in the bar/lounge area only of his newly re-modeled LA restaurant.
What is it about the sandwich that brings this girl to tears? I have no idea, but I have Chef Govind's cookbook (which I had him sign when I was in the restaurant that night) and the recipe for the sandwich in on page 241. The shortribs are slow-cooked for four hours. The bread is spread with butter. The sandwich is fried in grapeseed oil in a cast ion skillet.
If ever you're in LA or Miami (there's a Table 8 in South Beach), and have an extra stash of Kleenex in your bag, go to Table 8. Get the Short Rib Grilled Cheese Sandwich.














