The number one combo was a clear plastic sack full of edible bliss. The cute little steamed burgers, with the sauteed onions and pickles....and the hot crinkle cut fries, with an ice cold diet coke. Amazing. (I don't want to think about the calories though...)
The cashier must have known I was a White Castle virgin by my indecisive gawking at the menu. He asked Kyle and I if we've ever eaten it before. I told him I'm from Georiga, and down there we have Krystals, which is similar, but that no, I've never been in the oh mighty Castle blanca. He just looked at me with a hint of confusion and smiled.
And you know what? I smiled, too. I smiled when we took the food from the white-trash looking lady at the counter, I smiled when we got back in the car (the inside of the restaurant seemed a little to ghetto for my liking), I smiled the whole drive back home to our apartment, and I smiled the whole time in between bites as I devoured it at our kitchen table. I'm even smiling right now.
I know how you feel Tracy. I never heard of the place before but when my father took me to Chicago for a summer to visit relatives, they welcomed us with White Castles. I was asked how many burgers I wanted - of course I said one. Then they told me no, these were smaller hamburgers, eat at least 4. When they brought in these little hamburgers I had no clue what to expect but no hamburger has ever been the same for me! I love White Castles!
ReplyDeleteCarKeys! glad to see you have the same sentiment. So it must just be a northern thing then, I guess. I swear, I never recalled seeing any of them in the South - even when driving on the interstate and looking at the Food signs for the various exits. Either way, I was being deprived, for sure.
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