Down the Cheese Hole

Ever start eating nachos and realize you have completely lost track of time, self, and reason? You think you’re just grabbing a chip or two, but then one leads to another, and suddenly you’re halfway through the platter, covered in melted cheese, and wondering if this is how Alice felt falling into Wonderland. That’s Down the Cheese Hole — the moment nachos stop being food and start being an experience.

At first it’s innocent. A bite of crunchy perfection, a little jalapeño heat, a dab of sour cream. Then you spot the chip under all the toppings, glowing like buried treasure. You go for it. That’s when things get weird. You pull, and the whole structure caves in. Cheese stretches, salsa spills, and suddenly you’re wrist-deep in edible chaos. Time slows. The only sound is your own crunch echoing in eternity.

You tell yourself you’ll stop after one more bite. You never do. The nachos pull you deeper, one layer at a time, until you’ve emerged from the other side wondering where the platter went. You look down, and all that remains is a single broken chip, and maybe your dignity — but probably not.

Falling down the cheese hole isn’t something you plan. It just happens. And honestly, once you’re there, you may as well enjoy the descent.