If you want to learn more:
The image I linked to in my earlier post is a machine more likely to be found in a restaurant. There are much smaller, cheaper and easier-to-use machines available as you’ll see.
It’s a very sociable meal; like a fondue.
By the way, “raclette” is both the name of the meal and the cheese used.
I’ve had morphine (after surgery) and I’ve eaten cheese. The effects are not comparable by any stretch of the imagination.
Poets are selfish dillholes who avoid mention of cheese to prevent others from learning the joys thereof and possibly stealing the poets’ cheese.
Didn’t you mean the last person?!
In the meantime “Talking of which, all the more for us.” /Wallace