Last night, Mamrie and reclaimed fondue! For years it’d been held captive by pre-prom night, by awkward college anniversary dinners, by birthday parties thrown by parents where there’s REALLY never enough little cheesecake squares. Adult fondue is way better than I remember. It’s got beer in it, you drink gin punch with it. As we savored our cheese, somewhere in the southern united states a The Melting Pot bursts into flames.