Every college or college town seemingly has a place like that. For me (Rochester, NY) it was a greasy spoon called "Nick Tahou's" that grew out of a hot dog stand to an all-night grill that attracted cops, drug dealers, prostitutes, and college kids. The dish was called a "Garbage Plate", and was a paper plate filled 1/2 with macaroni salad (right out of the tub), the other half with home fries (baked beans could be subbed in or added), topped with your meat of choice: red hots - local dialect for hot dogs; white hots - local dialog for white hot dogs meant to approximate bratwurst -- hots were split lengthwise and cooked on a flat-top griddle; or 2 hamburger or cheeseburger patties. Sprinkle raw onions, squirt some yellow mustard, spoon a thin chili-like meat sauce, and add hot sauce to taste.
It's a sensory-triggered memory thing, like how smelling moth balls reminds some people of their grandmother's house. Now some time on from my college years, I'm embarrassed to say how recently it is that I've had a garbage plate.



