This past weekend, LASHP got down and cheesy welcoming the 1st 7th Annual Grilled Cheese Invitational. The day was cool with a nice breeze and couldn’t have been better for all that hot grillin’ action and thousands of eager Angelenos who lined up throughout the day hoping to get in on the cheesy deliciousness. And as far as I could tell, the real competition involved actually getting a morsel of sandwich. Crowds jammed the competitor tables with us “judges” screaming and waving tasting tickets wildly. The Los Angeles skyline became the backdrop for the floor of the grilled cheese commodities exchange. Unless you had a inside contact, it was pretty difficult to tell what you were begging for or what you were going to get. When I finally ended up with a paper plate, ballot, and solid square inch of “sammich,” it was the Krafty Bastard that I sampled- entered in the missionary category of nothing but good old, grandma-sanctioned bread, cheese, and butter. Then came the Kama Sutra category and things got creative with the arrival of an open-faced noodley number, the Spaghetti Western – just a bit too much carb-on-carb action for my delicate sensibilities. Should have jumped on the sammich with tchotcke, that’s more my speed!