The last time I was in this particular White Castle was a day / night I made a major fundamental mistake – and I’m not talking about dining at White Castle, which is always a delight. No, the last time through this outlet was the day Mrs. Burgerdogboy proposed we get married (after consuming 12 or 15 ounces of vodka). It was a harbinger of things to come, and I walked right past the giant flashing billboard with blinders on.
But hey, what fun would life be if one didn’t make critical mistakes every once and awhile?
But back to White Castle.
If there are two things that I would ordinarily eschew at any restaurant, it would be fried chicken patties, and anything that uses the name of a pepper in its description – be it jalapeno, siracha, chipotle or ghost. Very few chefs or menu planners no how to use peppers correctly, as a subtle undertone in a dish, and not as the primary flavor. IMHO.
Once upon a time, decades ago, there was a fast food chicken sandwich I liked at #Hardees. It was real chicken protein muscle, ample in size and doused with black pepper. But these days, I am more apt to go for ‘fingers’ as evidenced by last year’s smackdown on ‘chicken fingers of the south.’
But back to White Castle. A friend insisted we try the jalapeno chicken sliders, and so we did, and I have to say, they weren’t all that bad. I did wonder if one would be able to tell the difference between the chicken and fish sliders, but wasn’t curious enough to conduct that test. Would I order them sometime? Surprisingly (to me) yes, I would.
Big kudos, too, to the Castle for having one of the most comprehensive selections of condiments around, in ample sized quantities. Above and beyond.
To read about White Castle’s origins, take a spin here.
You know what’s really funny? As I was writing this, it occurred to me how much White Castle and Mrs Burgerdogboy have in common. They’re both really cheap and easy, and are much more palatable when drunk.