I remember back in my high school days (1930s) we would stop in the soda fountain (and primitive fast food source) in the drugstore and fill the booths. A toasted cheese sandwich and a malted milk shake (double coke if our pocketbooks thin) and lots of gossip before we headed home.

Turned 88 in October. My wife is 89. We still eat toasted cheese sandwiches occasionally. We have replaced the malted milks with good cows' milk, the best all-round food, which we have with all meals if wine is not served. The cheese was always processed but now we use aged cheddar.
The food police can go to one of the stages of Dante's Purgatory. I will request that this soul food be served at my wake.