White Castle

This is one of the few remaining options to eat at at 3AM on a weekend. And oh boy, does it deliver, and sometimes the next day. I've been here several times, usually unwittingly due to few choices about. I'd honestly eat here than that overpriced by the slice pizza place.

Food is typical White Castle. What makes it special is the grime, the grift, and the possible threat of imminent violence. It's entertaining if you are in the right mindset. A veritable theme park of hungry alcohol fueled maniacs.

The parking lot is trashed, literally. Filthy. Stained with who knows what and White Castle themed detritus strewn about. Maybe they should name it Grey Castle? Anyway, it's a really classy joint. I once saw someone throw an empty bottle of booze outside their car window while in the drive through line. I'm sure that bottle is still there somewhere, home to a pair of rats or something.

Yeah, probably best not talk to anyone who is a pedestrian after 9pm here. The doors are locked anyway. The money they ask for is probably not for food. Well, maybe, but they won't serve anyone who isn't in a car. Good luck.

Speaking of, best to keep a 1/2 car length between you and the vehicle in front, just in case you need to skedaddle due to heavy feelings and flared tempers in the immediate area.

One question I've always wondered: How is it all of their food smells like onions even if they are not cooked with onions? How is it that I smell like onions? It's like some magical White Castle miasma that permeates all matter within 50 ft of the place and follows you around like a stinky ghost. Seriously, people can tell when I ate there 3 days later.

I've always had good service when I use my Ps and Qs, some of you should do so too. I've gotten mounds of tarter sauce when they still had clam strips. That is a crime by the way. Worst decision ever for a menu change.