Last night some of my friends and I went to a concert in New Jersey to see the band The Format, while deciding to hold our hunger in, until after the show. This decision had a good and bad result to it. The bad, first of all, was that we got inside the venue very early, and they were not planning on letting anyone out after they entered. That, and their was a beast raging inside my stomach about to take out it’s aggression on every 12 to 15 year old present. Now, the good was that during the hunger pangs I was feeling, we got to see an awesome performance which got my mind off food for a bit, while enjoying the music.
But with that being said, the real joy to this story came after the concert had finished, while we were driving around looking for somewhere or something to fill our stomachs up right. Chris, remembering that he had seen a White Castle around somewhere, made a call to a friend of his, asking for the nearest one. This route did not get us very far, and we weren’t up to driving around all night looking for one, so we decided to settle for anything at this time. Then, by coincidence or pure desire to taste one of those burgers in our mouths, there appeared that perfectly designed sign with the emphatic words, “White Castle” on it on our right. After collecting our thoughts back together from what just happened, we stepped inside and ordered. I had gotten a 2 double cheeseburger meal with fries and a coke, and then took my bag of goodness to the nearest table.
Now, I have seen the movie “Harold and Kumar go to White Castle”, which is by the way hilarious, but I have never been able to experience one of those delicious little greasy burgers bursting with onion flavor firsthand, until now. My first bite, down to the very last fry was, how should I put it….. legendary. I even had to order two more. Now I know, and can relate to how they must have felt biting into those wonderful burgers after all that wait, even though being just a movie.
