Being a food writer in a major food city like Atlanta means access to some of the fanciest dishes, ingredients and preparations on a fairly regular basis. It’s a privilege that I’m grateful for every day, and a part of my life that brings me endless joy. However, far from spoiling me, it’s given me a profound appreciation for the simplest, most nostalgic of pleasures: great renditions of comfort food and unfussy classics. Like grilled cheese.