Melt perfectly exemplifies when something falls short of expectations that begin and only continue to rise as the wait gets longer.
For one thing, Clevelanders, it is a grilled cheese sandwich. Not a ride at an amusement park. Not Missoni at Target. I would consider myself a being of reasonable patience, but sitting in Melt for 3 hours waiting on said grilled cheese sandwich greatly tests the limits of my threshold for hunger. Probably in the 4th hour, a little after 9 pm, the sandwich appears. It is thick and looks unhealthy. I ate it.
As you can see, it was not very memorable. Come to me, and in under 600 seconds I will make you a grilled cheese sandwich.