Carol Schaal '91M.A. | Jan. 7, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
If you ask Notre Dame football fans what smell they most associate with a game day walk around campus, brats would probably take the cake, so to speak.
I don’t eat brats. Or hot dogs. Or sausages. Or those steak sandwiches sold by the Knights of Columbus that people wait in an endless line for on South Quad. I do eat burgers, but rarely. And chowing down on pizza at a football game strikes me as wrong; about as wrong as my brats-cake mixed message.