All civilised people agree, cheese on toast (or grilled cheese if you prefer that description) is just about as tasty as meal as we've ever come up with over our millenia of evolution. However, as far as I see there are only two forms this dish of all dishes can possibly take. (This assumes we are talking a regular hard cheese (ie Cheddar) rather than some exotica squeezed from the teats of some unpronouncable, almost extinct species by dewey-eyed artisans.) 1, Pure melted squidge. No solid cheese is present but is still pale and full of molten stringy loveliness. 2, Made to toast for its sins. Toasted until sunk into the bread and developing a deep orange toothsome carapace. I was always in the 1st camp but having experienced the 2nd over a couple of days, I'm left with the feeling I've been wasting my life for the last six decades. What say you good people?