Whoos in Charlottesville: Wally Walker
We called him “Wonderful Wally” for a reason. Miffed over the fact that he was left off the All-ACC first team that senior season, the 6-foot-7 forward lit up three nationally-ranked opponents in three nights en route to the Cavaliers’ championship. Walker capped off one of the best individual seasons ever by a UVA player by scoring
Making It Through Midsummers: A Charlottesville (Survival) Guide
Editor's Note: This year's Midsummers weekend is officially, err unofficially, July 14-16. You are invited to keep it off the radar. Ah, Midsummers- the Easter’s of the post-80’s classes. A time for reunion, discovery, and some good-hearted debauchery, when the convenient parking spaces are all suddenly filled, and the corner bars come to life once again. Whether you’re
Today’s Favorite Wine
A smooth somellier, oenophile and worldwide traveler, guest contributor T.C. Whysal makes his home in Charlottesville and serves as GM for Red Pump Kitchen.Petit Manseng (“little manseng”), one of the most diverse white grapes you may or may not have heard about, gets its name from its tiny berries. Here in Virginia, this grape has become a
Where UVa Wahoo Legends go to Eat?
With all the great Charlottesville eateries to choose from, where do Wahoo legends go to dine and entertain? We frequently welcome back some of UVA’s greatest athletic heroes, and it’s no surprise they often bring a hearty appetite. “When I come back to town, I go to the Aberdeen Barn and to Burton’s Grill,” said Virginia’s legendary
Those Odd Honors of Honors
Every university has its traditions, and every university likes to believe that their traditions are the best. Luckily for attendees of The University, their way of doing things actually is the best, but I digress. Graduation is upon us, kids. Time to pound a bottle of cheap champagne-ish substance with your best friends, walk the lawn in
Mother’s Day at the Last Minute
Every brunch is booked, Amazon won’t make it in time, and you’re at least a decade too old to come up with a macaroni painting and call it “art.” Mother’s Day is just around the corner, and here you are, empty handed, definitely about to lose your slot as Favorite Child, and in a bit of a