While I had known about this retailer of miniature burgers prior to the lauded stoner flick that celebrated the tiny burgers, I can’t remember ever walking into a White Castle in my years. So this weekend when spending some time up in North Jersey with friends, I demanded we hit up this restaurant. For science’s sake, obviously. I had partaken in White Castle’s microwavable offerings but fresh from the grill was never had by I.
Waiting in line, I scoured the menu for something noteworthy. Something that would make an impact upon my life. I found this:
Fuck damn. That’s a lot of mini burgers. Thirty, to be exact. Steam grilled. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it reminded me of the patented Skinner Burger Recipe for Steamed Hams. So, I delved in.
It’s a sea of burgers!
And a close-up for those unfamiliar with these burgers.
I’m actually quite enamored with their taste. The company must follow my religion of condiment packing on burgers, because they managed to squeeze plenty of ketchup, cheese, pickles and sliced onions into every delicious bite. And as Orson Welles would say, they’re even better raw! Er, cold. But even then they’re still delicious. Shit, I’ve still got five left and I bought them on Friday. My stomach is sad that I won’t be eating more after these five, but my heart is probably glad.
Oh, and White Castle even packs terrible entertainment into the hamburger’s box. Click the image for the answer. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
