The Real White Spot

What can I say? This is the culinary mecca of Charlottesville, and it's no coincidence that it's right across the street from the UVa hospital. My buddies and I spent a lot of time in this place during college, many times after a night of serious partying.

If you've got some fond White Spot memories you'd like to relay on this page, let me know and I'll put them here.

All of these pictures are courtesy of John Mayo.

This is the actual white spot inside the White Spot diner. The place used to be a barber shop and this is where one of the chairs was removed (or at least, that's the legend).

This is a shot of me and Nathaniel Bacon Pritchett, better known as ``Nat'', after whom all of my personal computers have been named. Nat went to jail for something he didn't do -- he didn't pay his alimony! Get it? Anyway, jail was where he learned how to make sausage gravy so he's OK by me.

Nat scoops out a plateful of sausage gravy ...

... and we lap it up.

Here is the centerpiece of the Spot, the grill. One night my buddy Jack Mayo and I stumbled in around 2:00 AM and actually made our Gusburgers (cheeseburgers with a fried egg on top) ourselves because the world's biggest stump, Fred Wood, didn't feel like making them.

This is a picture of hash browns being made. I once asked Nat why he used paprika, a very subtle spice, on the potatoes, and he answered, ``to make them red.''

This is Robert Henry Payne, the only man I ever knew who could live on about $20 a week. Robert Henry served drinks and french fries.

This is the price scoreboard in the Spot. At the bottom left is a sign that says, ``No Credit Ta Any Time.'' It's hard to believe: Nat can't spell ``at'' properly.

Carl Knospe, me, and Alan Weiss in front of the Spot.

	This is the actual white spot inside the White Spot diner. The place used to be a barber shop and this is where one of the chairs was removed (or at least, that's the legend).
	This is a shot of me and Nathaniel Bacon Pritchett, better known as ``Nat'', after whom all of my personal computers have been named. Nat went to jail for something he didn't do -- he didn't pay his alimony! Get it? Anyway, jail was where he learned how to make sausage gravy so he's OK by me.
	Nat scoops out a plateful of sausage gravy ...
	... and we lap it up.
	Here is the centerpiece of the Spot, the grill. One night my buddy Jack Mayo and I stumbled in around 2:00 AM and actually made our Gusburgers (cheeseburgers with a fried egg on top) ourselves because the world's biggest stump, Fred Wood, didn't feel like making them.
	This is a picture of hash browns being made. I once asked Nat why he used paprika, a very subtle spice, on the potatoes, and he answered, ``to make them red.''
	This is Robert Henry Payne, the only man I ever knew who could live on about $20 a week. Robert Henry served drinks and french fries.
	This is the price scoreboard in the Spot. At the bottom left is a sign that says, ``No Credit Ta Any Time.'' It's hard to believe: Nat can't spell ``at'' properly.
	Carl Knospe, me, and Alan Weiss in front of the Spot.