-- burger??
where, when & how many?
ronnie with a smile
-- burger??
where, when & how many?
ronnie with a smile
Last time I ate there I had to bribe my son with WC as a reward for riding his MTB 22 miles. We missed the exit to Lancaster and drove all the way to Columbus from Lake Hope. Then East on 70 farting/burping/onion-breath the whole way home.
The wife was so ecstatic at our dining choice she left the house for a shopping trip after gagging on our gas for a short time.
This was several years ago. And I was sober, unlike most people's drunk-n-dine stories.
Food truly unfit for stray dogs.
Bronx, NY (not far growing up in Port Chester), around 1980.
Can't remember how many or many other details for that matter...
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Growing up and esp. in High School out W.C. on the corner of Wisconson Ave. and Woodmont Street Bethesda. A bag of sliders after an evening of hanging out = heaven.
Ours was turned into a Chinese take out years ago :(
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About 30 years ago in Queens, NY when slumming it with some school friends who lived in Great Neck, NY (Long Island's Gold Coast). I thought it was so cool to be out of the city (Manhattan) with some friends eating non-kosher food. I think I was on the toilet for 2 days after that experience and never went back again, ever.
I'll confess to having a trio of em in the past year. Had been clean for about 25 years prior to those.
Ages back, we had an office party featuring a "works bar" with bags of sliders, box wine and Mickeys. The lawn was littered with pink flamingoes and Hairspray on the screen.
I stopped at a White Castle many years ago on a road trip. I had two bites of the burger and then the whole bag went in the trash as I pulled into a Burger King to correct my mistake. Ugh.
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Like 1989, my buds decided to do a 100k organized ride in anger, powered by nothing but White Castles. Just to eff with people's heads. Our guts were young enough to pull it off.
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They were called White Tower near my college campus. Perhaps a rip off on the name but the practice of storing burgers in steam drawers was the same. Mostly staffed by stoners and ex-convicts which further validated the quality of the food...great meal after 1:00 am when a college kid will eat most anything.
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A few trips in the early morning hours during my years in the Bronx. A cheese steak from Twin Donuts down the road was a better option. This Texan really wanted Whataburger at those times, though.
From St. Louis, family of 5 with 3 boys. Many times after church Dad would take us there and we would hit drive thru for lunch. I loved it cause I got to pick how many I wanted, 3.....4? I somehow loved that my Dad ordered a sack of 18 burgers. It was great. Don't think I have had one in the last 20 years though.
Pretty sure the memory is better than the real thing.
Did a weekend road trip where white castles were the primary food. Car was full of little greasy empty boxes. Smell probably never got out of the car. They are vile. I love them. If you are not putting down more than 10 at a time you are doing it wrong.
Yes. Ohio. I didn't keep track.
They suck.
GO!
Only in my younger years when I had been over served. Funny, a week ago my daughter asked me the same question as this thread. I took her to one in the Bronx that had a drive through. It was clear from the marks on those cement barriers that snake you around to the window that a high percentage of their customers had been over served and should not have been driving.
But many years later and eating them sober; I am wondering if years ago the hangovers wouldn't have been as bad if I hadn't stopped at White Castle.
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So... That's a strong correlation we have going so far between White Castle and the Bronx.
Columbus Ohio. Headquartered there. I ate them from birth until maybe 14. Maybe 5 - 10 at a time or whatever my dad would leave for me ...
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