I posted this photo as my new Facebook picture but I also decided to put it up on the blog for non-Facebook folks. This is me (the one with the dorky paper hat) and my soon-to-be nine-year-old niece Rachel, having a nosh at
The story behind our pilgrimage to this celebrated hot-dog-and-hamburger palace was that we had originally promised to take Rach to Burger King when she, my sister and her husband came down this past weekend for a Fourth of July visit. Shortly after this, I proposed to Mom that we introduce her granddaughter to the niceties of the Varsity in lieu of the King because…well, there are Burger Kings everywhere. Rachel didn’t want to go at first—and I’m one of those people who believes that if you make a promise to a kid you need to follow through unless dire circumstances dictate otherwise—but somehow her parents convinced her that she’d have a good time at The Varsity. I think it was her father’s constant refrain of “Naked dog naked dog”—which is how the Varsity staff describe a hot dog sans the accoutrements of catsup, mustard, relish, chili, slaw, etc. (She refused to wear the hat in this photo because, as she later told me, she had a bad experience with a similar bit of paper apparel at a Long John Silver’s some time back. So because I’m never shy about playing the part of “the fool” I stuck it on my cranium for the digital camera snap.)
Elisson commented on Facebook that he thought I was wearing a colander at first…but I would never be so cocky as to think I could outdo his signature modeling of fine kitchenware. In the final analysis, we had a great visit—the only downer being, of course, that it wasn’t nearly long enough. In fact, Rachel was upset about having to go home—and who wouldn’t be? The Varsity is one of the greatest places on Earth!