This is based on my 1st trip to White Castle. Not being from a White Castle producing region of the country, I was excited about going based on the recommendation of a friend.
I arrive at said White Castle and immediately think, this place looks questionable.... My friend won't eat at a place that looks questionable, how did he ever eat at White Castle? I then enter the establishment and take a look around. It is of average cleanliness. There are three people in the restaurant. 2 guys, who are in their 40's, have just ordered and are waiting for their meal, which I later find out is a "Crave Case" or 30 sliders. I think this would be more appropriately marketed as death in a box. The other person is a crazy old man.... No, really. He is heckling fast food workers. He is laughing manically and talking to everyone and no one at the same time. At one point he takes 50 pepper packets and explains to me that he doesn't see that as stealing because they charge 85 cents for a cup of coffee. He regales me with tales of all the things he takes and does not consider stealing... salt, pepper, cream, sugar, sweet and low, napkins, I could go on and on, and he did. I fight my way past him and get to the counter. I order 2 cheeseburgers with no pickles, cheese fries, and a sprite. I know this differs from my friend's instructed menu, but I did not think it would be fair to have pickles on them as I hate pickles and felt it would bias me. I was also instructed to order a "mix" drink, but I did not see a "mix" drink on the menu and was afraid that this was another cruel trick to make me look stupid. After about 10 minutes of waiting and trying to avoid eye contact with the crazy old man (which did not slow him down at all) I was given my tray. I sat down at a close table and eyed my diner for the evening. I picked up one of the burgers and carefully reviewed the look. Small square biscuit like bun, paper thin piece of meat, cheese, and lots of onions. I tentatively took a bite and immediately noticed the bun has a soft squishy consistency like it had been steamed for a long time. The overall taste could be described as slightly salty with a little bite from the onion (I guess). I immediately wished I was drunk.... Not just had a couple, but stumbling, slurring, etc. And I wished this because I immediately recognized this as drunk food. Is it good? Not really. Is it greasy, messy (cheese fries) and incredibly bad for you? Absolutely. I can see how people get hooked on these. There is a certain distinct, not really good, but distinct taste and look to the place that screams late night or cheap food. Two days later I find myself both, not really liking the meal, but wanting to go back. My ratings are as follows - Sober and while I am there I give the place a C or C-. Two days later it has mysteriously improved to a B- and if I had been drinking it be a B+. We will have to see if I am able to stay away over the next 2-3 weeks. read more