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.

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 was always 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 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 potatoes, and he answered, ``to make them red.''
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.
The White Spot bunch at Gabrielle Wohlford's first birthday party, Summer 1997: Paul and Spence Boyer, Andy Rutherford, Mike Sowick, Mary McLean, Jim Wohlford, Jeff McLean, yours truly, John ``Jack'' Mayo, and Alan and Max Weiss.

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.