Monday, March 24th, 2008

I Love White Castle



Fellow humzooers, I am aware this blog will spark debate. This comment always triggers deep emotions. In fact, there will only be three responses: I love it, I hate it, or "we don't have one near us." However, there are varying degrees secondary responses that accompany the initial statement. Let me elaborate.

Here are some examples of follow-up responses. Let's start off on the favorable side of the argument.

I love White Castle...

...I could eat there every single day.
...but, I can't eat there since I turned 40.
...but, there's always creepy people hanging out there at night.
...and you can even have a special Valentine's Day dinner there.


Okay, let's go negative.

I hate White Castle...

...because that isn't even real food.
...and I hate that "Harold and Kumar" movie, too.
...because there's always creepy people hanging out there at night.
...and the people who think the Valentine's Day dinner is classy, too.


Now, option three.

We don't have one near us...

...but, I heard their burgers are small.
...but, my Dad's cousin claims to have eaten 24 double cheeseburgers in one sitting.
...but, I am willing to drive across the state to get to one.


What do you think?

Before I forget, if you are reading this blog after midnight, go find a White Castle. It'll be open. This blog will be here when you get back. But remember, there is a $1 minimum purchase required per 30-minute visit.


Tags:  food
9 Comments
girlcarew
I had no idea what a White Castle was before reading this other than a white castle that exists maybe in England. I've never heard of it. Never heard anything about it. But, I can't say I'm motivated to drive somewhere (likely far away) for fast food. Did I make the correct assumption that it's fast food??
girlcarew   Monday, March 24, 2008
billpearch
You nailed it right on the head. It's fast food, but the best fast food ever. I think you can see what category I fall into. In fact, we had dinner there tonight to celebrate my post-Easter return to french fries. I haven't quite decided what category my wife falls in yet.
Bill Pearch   Monday, March 24, 2008
caseymeyer
White Castle is amazing. Unfortunately there isn't one near where I live, but I have some lucky Missouri relatives with a WC just down the street. Have you ever had their cheese fries? Total bowling alley crinkle cut cheese fries, and completely wonderful. Yummmmm.
Casey   Monday, March 24, 2008
_DELETED_carriepassante
We don't have one near us...

but I will make an attempt when I'm out-of-state to visit one. Sometimes.

P.S. The frozen ones at Sam's Club do NOT taste the same.
Carrie   Tuesday, March 25, 2008
billpearch
Same thing is true about Home Run Inn pizzas.
Bill Pearch   Tuesday, March 25, 2008
_DELETED_carriepassante
Is the Home Run Inn a restaurant? In Chicago? I see their pizzas all the time in the store...
Carrie   Tuesday, March 25, 2008
billpearch
Yes, the original was near Comiskey Park on the south side. I think the original closed, but several suburban locations sprung up over the last few years.
Bill Pearch   Tuesday, March 25, 2008
spike
I Hate White Castle...because one of my odd memories from my childhood involves being snowed in at a motel with my family on our way to Florida(i think we were in Georgia but I'm not sure)...With the only food around being White Castle(because it was within walking distance) and my father forcing us to watch a Planet of the Apes marathon. Seriously...you can't make this stuff up.
Spike   Tuesday, March 25, 2008
reera
Sorry you were traumatized. I thought it was from being with your siblings for 48 hours in one small hotel room and the combination of the malodors from the leftovers and your brother's gastric reaction to all that grease:>We were in Jasper, Georgia about 75 miles north of Jacksonville. That was the year of the rubber chicken, too! I guess I should take back the anniversary set of the Planet of the Apes series I was going to bring you for a special treat.
dannie   Saturday, March 29, 2008
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