Urkel is a man.

Urkel.

Just ate next to him at Gjusta in Venice. We traded a glance, and he knew that I knew that he was definitively Urkel. I will tell you Urkel has blossomed into a strong, even beefy looking, manly-man with quintessential Urkel head.

Urkel didn’t pull a Jennifer Grey on us, chipping away at her distinct features until she achieved anonymity. Urkel owns his Urkality.

I love Urkel even more now. I only wish I had not inadvertently mouthed “Urkel” during our brief glance.

Jeremy Padawer