A blandly artsy loft-style apartment, perhaps in New York. Bicycle in the corner, posters on the wall. Perhaps a half-dozen young people sitting on couches, talking and laughing and eating what we ...

As soon as you read the words "Hot Pockets" we bet you started singing that snappy 1990s two-word jingle. And now, just like magic, you're also craving the nostalgic flavor of molten cheese and salty ...