I have yet to meet a person who is ambivalent about White Castle burgers. Everyone I’ve met either loves them or hates them.
For those who don’t know, White Castle is a hamburger chain found mostly in the Midwestern U.S. At least, that’s the theory. Apparently in Ohio and Indiana they’re in every dipshit little town, but in Illinois they’re only in major metro areas (such as Chicago and suburban St. Louis). Grrrr! :mad:
The burgers are about one inch square and are boiled, for lack of a better choice of words, in an onion broth. Slap on a piece of American cheese and a little bit of ketchup and it’s burger Nirvana.
Obviously I’m in the Love 'em category. Every time I’m in St. Louis or Chicago I make it a point to load up. I can generally eat about 8 at a time, 10 if I’m really hungry.
I invite everyone on these boards to chime in with the Love 'em or Hate 'em. If you have any funny or amusing White Castle stories, I’m all ears. I’ve got three.
STORY THE FIRST: I was 16 and on a church youth group trip to somewhere in Missouri. On the way home, the youth minister pulls the van into a White Castle in St. Louis and loudly announces, “Here we are at White Castle! And you thought you had to die to go to Heaven!” I was a White Castle virgin at the time, and ever since then I’ve been hooked!
STORY THE SECOND: When Mrs. HeyHomie and I started seriously discussing marriage, I determined to talk to her about some serious issues. “Pepsi or Coke?” She answered “Pepsi.” “White Castles: Yes or no?” She responded “Hell yes!” “Cubs or Cardinals?” She responded “Cardinals.” :eek: Two out of three ain’t bad.
STORY THE THIRD: I had this T-shirt that said something to the effect of “White Castle: Belly Bombers.” I was wearing it one day when I was in a town called, of all things, White Castle, Louisiana. I remember the locals asking me where I got it, and the disappointed looks on their faces when I said “St. Louis.”
Share your stories and opinions, please.