If It Don't Fit, Don't Force It

There was a very short-lived Mad Munch moment in Carbondale.  It was toward the end of the spring semester in 2005.  DP, Chase & I were living at a house behind the Dairy Queen, just off The Strip.  

We'd been throwing big themed parties with live music throughout the school year in our basement when one night we decided to give Mad Munch another shot.

The house had a small side yard with a perfect "order" window attached to our living room.  So, one day while working on campus at the PBS TV station I printed up a few menus similar to the ones we used at Lincoln College- American cheese, Ham & Cheese, Turkey & Cheese, etc.  

Our friend Corey, who lived down the block had been throwing a weekly F.A.C. (Friday After Class) get together so that was our target market.

But, it only lasted one Friday night.  DP & I had a few too many over at F.A.C. before we got the electric griddle fired up & some arguments ensued.  

The Mad Munch magic that we'd had at Lincoln just wasn't there.  The whole operation felt forced & lacked character.  We made a few bucks but it wasn't worth the hassle.  Compared to the basement parties we'd thrown, selling grilled cheese out the window was only a drop in the bucket.