First on Monday night, that Monday night that we’d all spent years or decades waiting for, when the Virginia Cavaliers beat the Texas Tech Red Raiders to win it all, there was the Virginian, where I spent most of my evening. With the country music pouring from its speakers, its hole-in-the-wall charm endeared me to Charlottesville’s oldest restaurant during the Purdue game far more than the comparative bedlam of other spots on the Corner. It was just about packed to the ceiling when I got there a little before 8:00, of course, but I found myself a comfortable spot at the end of the bar.
One more time, we all met at 14th Street
