There was food and drink: it all contained Cheetos, and it all was a reminder that perhaps Cheetos are perfect just the way they are. A "Mac 'n' Cheese Cigar" topped with that distinct bright orange powder was good in the way that all fried dough filled with cheese is good by default, while "Chester's Fire Watermelon," a sour square of fruit topped with feta and Flamin' Hot dust, didn't move quite as quickly. I had no complaints about the tiny sliders, each skewered with a singular Cheetos puff. Have you ever rimmed a cocktail with crumbled Cheetos? After having had such a cocktail, it now makes sense to me why the practice isn't more common. The bar that created custom Cheetos blends, however, was a high point.