The White Spot in Charlottesville, Virginia, and it's delectable delights will always have a special place in my heart.

First, you must always be in your early twenties, completely toasted and ready to eat anything at three in the morning, that helps.  (We had a friend who came home late one night after a long evening of revelry and opened a can of tuna with some crackers, ate it, licked the knife, and crawled upstairs into bed.  The next morning, the counter was littered with saltine crumbs, a clean knife, and a can of Nine Lives Tuna.   Needless to say, her new knickname, Nine Lives,  stuck well after college.)

But back to the White Spot.  An old Diner, white interior, stool at the counter, and booths covered in beautiful red cherry vinyl.  Friends from all over Charlottesville would leave parties early to get a seat.  From jeans and a T-Shirt, to Preppies and the White Tie Crowd, all of us craved the same thing off the menu.  It was like the old Pepsi, Pepsi, Cheeburger, from Saturday Night Live.  All you heard echoing around the White Spot was "One-Eyed Bacon Cheeseburger and a Grillswith."

Now a One-Eyed Bacon Cheeseburger is your standard grilled cheeseburger topped with Bacon strips and a fried egg.  Hence, the One Eye.  It was a singular trip to paradise at three in the morning.  Dripping, oozing, hot and steamy, second only to the joys of carnal knowledge.

Then to top off this gastronomical event, the Grillswith.  It is really a very simple concept, but on top of the burger that you have just washed down with either a milkshake or cola of your choice, the Grillswith is as the to cigarette is to the silence after carnal knowledge.

Take two fresh glazed donuts, throw them on the grill with plenty of butter, fry them golden brown on both sides, then slide the first one onto the plate, place a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of the first donut, and then place the second hot, dripping glob of perfected glazed donut on top of the ice cream.  When it arrives at the table, speech ends and the love affair begins.  Sorry no pics.  Don't know if they serve it anymore.

When everyone has finished, there is a silence of satisfaction that descends upon Charlottesville at 4 in the morning.  Everyone walks home slowly, or drives in quiet revelation, as the sun comes up,  the hangover waits long enough for a last cigarette and a good-night kiss with the sweet warmth of the glazed donut shared quietly under the moon on your lover's lips.  Thank heaven for youth, the One-Eyed Bacon Cheeseburger, and the ever lovin' Grillswith.