A culinary day in the life: Slider Saturday

I am still not sure how it’s possible to walk this earth for the years I have and to have never partaken of a famous (What other burger joint has 2 recent movies on its resume eh?) and infamous (I’m sure everyone has heard the gastrointestinal horror stories of the real reason they are called sliders, oy!) White Castle hamburger.

Seeing how everyone and their third son is now offering a version of sliders, crab cake, grilled salmon, Kobe beef, gourmet, mundane and otherwise, we finally figured it was time to visit the source:

I have to say, what took me so long? These bad boys are like a burger version of crack: small nuggets of meaty deliciousness, individually packaged AND highly freaking addictive.

The questions confronting you as you order:

1. To cheese or not to cheese? I favor not to cheese. While certainly good, the cheese covered up the steam grilled burger and onion flavor. The result, sort of a mini grilled cheese bun with a slight burgery essence and it’s an additional 15 cents to make that happen. Save your 15 cent children and check out the toys you can buy instead! See below for details!
2. How many is too many? Agnes and I handled the 10 burger sack meal pretty easily, especially since the grill man was short two fingers on his left hand from a cleaver accident and only gave us eight and I hate to hassle people. Oops! The 20 burger sack meal meant we had plenty leftover for a second indulgence later in the weekend and damn son! these little beasts re-heat perfectly, nearly approaching the fresh off the grill flavor from the day before. The 30 burger Crave Case, I’ll leave for Harold and Kumar. The 60 burger case, well that’s just madness or a partay. I best be invited!
3. Eat in or take out? Not that any fast food joint is a version of beauty, but damn White Castle you have some UGLY, cavernous, cold, cafeteria style buildings in some less than pristine parts of the world:


Your call on this, but I have to say there is something RIGHT about eating sliders in an UGLY, cavernous, cold, cafeteria style building with traffic whipping by at 60 mph, sandblasting the front window with grit and a Bail Bond or other excessively neon advertised establishment across the street.

The only thing missing? Bruce Springsteen. They should have him put together a sound track to accompany the dining experience. AWESOME!

Final words:

1. As I said before, save your cheese money for toys children. They have some of the best whacked out, old school vending machines dispensing tons of weirdness for 50 cents: facial hair, skull rings and round half dollar sized spheres of cherry bubblegum:


Perfect for your new career in private investigations, an extra on the Beastie Boy’s video “Sabotage”


or as a wedding ring offering for Wendy before you blast the hell our of Jersey forever.
2. I loved the ripple cut fries. Perfect little ketchup vehicles, each bite ends up properly dosed with tomato-ey condiment goodness.
3. Don’t wait 41 years like Steve. Jackass!