Share your Varsity memories: ‘Oh, we’ve got Flossie Mae!’ Or was it the humility of hearing, ‘ Two nekkid dogs!’

Share your Varsity memories: ‘Oh, we’ve got Flossie Mae!’ Or was it the humility of hearing, ‘ Two nekkid dogs!’

Continued reports that The Varsity is coming to Rome had many area residents recalling some of their own trips to the legendary Atlanta location — or the original Athens’ site or others. We’d like to share those memories today with news of the Rome location now official.

Please see the first post below, courtesy of friend and colleague Win Myers of Rome. Please send in the same format (and length) to Please let us know how to identify you — by name or initials. Only confirmed posts will be used.

Of suits and Flossie Mae: “Of course, part of the fun of the North Avenue original is being there. When I was a boy and we would go to Braves games (my first was in ’66 and my father wore a coat and tie, as did every other man there), we would stop at The Varsity and do the drive-in. I remember Flossie Mae, and recall that once we were waiting and my mother exclaimed, “Oh, we’ve got Flossie Mae!” Wonderful. Those rooms to the left behind you as you order used to have ladies in hair nets and white uniforms, chopping onions — bags and bags.”  — Win Myers,  Rome.

‘Two nekkid dogs!’ “My late grandfather, a native Atlantan, loved the Varsity. We went there often, especially if we were taking in a Braves’ game at old Fulton County. I have a very clear, early memory of one particular visit. I was probably about 6 and my brother and I wanted plain hot dogs. The lady taking our order, of course, yelled back to the kitchen, “Two nekkid dogs!” Chalk it up to “odd things that embarrass kids” but I was just mortified that she’d called my hot dog “nekkid!” My grandfather had to explain that it meant plain. A fond memory. To this day I associate “nekkid” with the Varsity (and the late, great Lewis Grizzard, of course). — Marie Dickinson.

About that tip: “Back in the ’50s and ’60s when you went to The Varsity, the curb hops would jump on the the car fender and ride to where you parked.  They would take your order and bring it back to you but would not tell you how much you owed. When you paid, if you had enough with a tip, they would say, ‘OK, boss,’ but if you didn’t, they would shame you for more money. Oh so long ago; good times.” — Harold Stegall.

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