Sometimes, when I write for more esteemed publications (and not just my own blog), I’m forced to whittle down my excitement about food, which translates to keeping my gushing to a minimum and trying not to sound too crazed. Most of the time, that’s not too difficult, but making sure I didn’t sound like a pre-teen squealing over the Biebs was harder when it came to the fried egg sandwich at The Grant Grill. I’ll just say this: I am very glad that I ate this sandwich with no witnesses, because it probably looked like I was making out with it. In the article text, I say that the Grant Grill treatment may be the best thing that’s ever happened to an egg sandwich, but this sandwich is also one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Read all about it, and two other notable egg dishes in the April issue of San Diego Magazine.