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The Fable of Cheesus Crust

Long ago, in the dairy-lit hills of Idaho Springs, a single slice of American cheese descended from the heavens and declared, “Let there be lunch!” Thus was born Cheesus Crust, son of the Virgin Dairy, the melty messiah sent to unite the world’s bread with its cheese — one glorious grilled sandwich at a time. On Easter morning, true to legend, Cheesus rose heroically from the bread, golden and bubbling, leaving behind a trail of toasted crumbs and grateful taste buds.

Cheesus didn’t waste his days performing boring miracles — no water-to-wine for this guy. No, he turned stale bread into the holiest of garlic toasts, blessed sad office lunches into cheesy feasts, and fed entire hiking parties with a single bottomless pot of tomato bisque. His motto? “Melt unto others as you would have them melt unto you.” And rumor has it, every time someone double-dips a sandwich, an angel earns its cheddar wings.

So now, every sandwich that slides across the counter at Big B’s Soup and Grilled Cheese is a tribute to our gooey savior. Come, dunk, and rejoice at Big B's — because in this kingdom, crusts are golden, cheese is eternal, and hunger shall be no more. Amen, and pass the napkins.