This one might have been obscure and mysterious to non-Midwest readers before Kal Penn started working for the Obama administration. But president "hopey changey" ruined it all. How's that working out for ya?
Um, yeah. Okay. So, if you happen to be a munchy-fiending stoner, don't head to this place. I mean, it's still a white castle and all (check out those crenelations), but it's been awhile since it was a White Castle. Mr. R.L. McPeck may sell stuff by the sack, but it sure sounds like it will run you a lot more than 5 cents per item.
White Castle has a proud Midwestern tradition, although its origins are farther south than Minnesota, even though opening in 1926 in St. Paul isn't bad. It seems that the building in this picture is No. 8, dating to 1936.
I've not had White Castle in many years, but my personal memories date to my father talking about stopping in with his band mates for late night snacks after playing his trumpet at dance gigs, that same father trying to subject the frozen variety on my brother and me at lunch, and my crew mates gorging themselves when I worked a summer for the county public works department.
I'd say that I should go back of nostalgia sake, but, um, no thanks.
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