A tour of Blacksburg
The ’50s B-movie style invasion of black widows around our house has made me nostalgiac for parts of the country not beset by spiders that can send you to the hospital, especially Blacksburg, and this blog was pointed out to me when I was trying to remember the name of an Italian restaurant owned by a fraternity brother.
The restaurant appears to be gone now (and replaced by Mike’s Grill), but while a lot of Blacksburg has clearly changed, a lot of it is still the same as when I went to Virginia Tech and then later lived in town and worked for the News Messenger.
I remember mooching food money to eat the bargain-but-awesome homemade macaroni and cheese at Macado’s with my pledge brothers, hanging out with the artsy crowd at the Cellar, mumblemumblemumble in Radford, eating very generic Mexican food at El Rodeo, howling at the moon outside PK’s (and every other bar in town) with Kris, eating at Souvlaki’s regularly with Kathy and ordering Backstreets a million times over, from my first week in West Eggleston through right before I left town for my second newspaper job (I miss their strombolis something fierce). There’s also a lot of new restaurants there I don’t recognize, but which look good. (Most notably, Cajun food!)
And damn, Blacksburg now has even more places to play NTN! I can’t find any place like that around Hesperia.
And, notably, no black widow spiders in any of the pictures.
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“oowwwwHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
back ‘atcha babe.
k.
Comment by KLS — August 14, 2006 @ 17:25