I have come like a pilgrim to this modest Fort Lauderdale neighborhood, nestled conveniently between the flight path of a major airport and an Indian gaming casino, to witness a miracle — in marketing, if nothing else. I'm here to see the 10-year-old grilled cheese sandwich. The one with the bite taken out of it, and the toasty visage of what is purported to be the face of the mother of Jesus. The ultimate wonder bread. Or what The New York Post has already proclaimed: The Holy Grill — and then piling on with a side of "Praise Cheese-us!" But...