fire i'll take you to burn fire i'll take you to learn you're going to burn you're going to burn

So jess and not jess and I were having beers (properly memorized by the bartender from his having served us on one previous occasion) at our not favorite watering hole and we were chatting about what and not and whatnot and so on and suddenly jess, looking past me and not jess, exclaimed, "Fire cheese!" and we all realized that the woman next to not jess was eating a plate of melty, sizzling fried cheese, bathed in brandy and lemon or something, with flames that were just burning out, at which point we then realized that we had all reached our respective ages of older than zero years old without a) knowing that fire cheese existed and b) ever having eaten fire cheese, something we immediately rectified by placing our own order of fire cheese to accompany our memorized-by-the-bartender beers, at which point I whipped out the trusty iPhone because, you know, how could we partake of such a momentous occasion of our first fire cheese without recording the event for posterity? Herewith, our tale:

First, fire cheese aflame!
Still aflame!
Squeezing something on the flaming cheese!
Shaking something on the fire cheese!
Still life with beer and cheese.
'Tis a thing of beauty. Jess pronounced it the most metal food ever. (Accordingly, I quoted Ozzy in today's title. Despite my inclination to quote The Clash. Because, you know, I always quote The Clash. It's the only band that matters.)