Saturday was all Atlanta.
After some vicious rock n' bowling Friday night (with $8 pitchers of Miller lite!) Chris, Jay and I woke up lazily and headed downtown.
We'd heard that The Varsity was a must-see must-eat kinda thing, so we did just that. For the uninitiated, the downtown location of The Varsity is situated on over 2 acres, making it the world's largest fast food drive-in. Some other colossal facts from their website: "two miles of hot dogs, a ton of onions, 2500 pounds of potatoes, 5000 fried pies and 300 gallons of chili are made from scratch daily."
In my opinion, the food was decent, at best.
We shared and sampled a bunch. The wings were ok, but the buffalo sauce was uninspired and loose. The fries fall squarely in the 'fair' category, mainly because of their lack of crispiness. I did like that you can tell they use actual potatoes with skin and everything. The onion rings were crispy, but nothing stands out there. The burgers were average fast food fare, and the 'chili' dog was a cheap knockoff of what Rhode Islanders affectionately call "hot weinies." No joke. I'll take a NY system dog over the Varsity's any day of the week.
We were quite looking forward to these homemade peach pies, especially being in Georgia and all. Split decision there: Jay thought it was alright, and mine pretty much made me angry. You know those waxy, unperishable fruit pies that you can get at any gas station? I like THOSE things better. The Varsity pie was warm, but in my eyes, that's the only pro. The crust wasn't delicious or flaky, and the filling was some crappy canned syrupy gel with peach bits in it.
But hey, when you make 5000 of anything every day, I guess your quality control is bound to slip. Perhaps my expectations were too high. The stop was worthwhile for the experience, not the food.