Here's a topic that should produce both tender memories and fear in the hearts of any drunkard familiar with this establishment.
For those few lucky souls that are not familiar with White Castle (known as Krystal in the southern US) this place has some of the best drunk food known to man. However, the human body has a love/hate relationship with these tender morsels of hamburger heaven.
We don't have them where I live in Wisconsin but when but when I lived in Louisville, KY after a night of heavy drinking I would always crave a sack of cheese burgers and an order of cheese fries from White Castle. They were always absolutely delicious to the drunken palate and the place would always be packed at 3 a.m. with people in all imagineable states of intoxication. However, the next morning my ass would have a craving for the toilet and my colon would feel like it's trying to pass a watermelon. Not to mention the gas you have the entire next day. I'm talking about farts so foul that they strike the fear of god in any human being within a 10 ft. blast radius and possibly (with the right atmospheric conditions) kill a small household pet.
Screw the consequences.......this place is a must stop following night at the bar. Just be sure to stock up on toilet paper.
"God favors drunks and the cataclysmically stoned."
Stephen King
mmmmm...... slider's from white castle. we ate there alot in detroit, can't say we ever considered the food good though... come to think of it, don't know why we ate it and still reminisce as though we enjoyed it.
road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.
"I AM TOO DRUNK TO TASTE THIS CHICKEN."
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I only ate there a few times while undrunk. I have to say that I didn't enjoy the food as much without my trusty friend alcohol.
I guess some foods just taste so much better following a hard night of heavy drinking. It's just one of the mysteries of the universe I guess.
"God favors drunks and the cataclysmically stoned."
Stephen King
Seenoevil, I believe you must be Grumpy Old Man's doppelganger. You two should get together some time to discuss the state of your bowels. TMI for my delicate self right now, I'm afraid.
methfront: the man who wanted to steal a shopping cart of bowling balls and drop them from the back of a car down route 36 doesn't want to sow bitterness
fdoosey: No, he just wanted to have fun with a shopping cart of bowling balls.
"If I had all the money that I've spent on drink, I'd spend it on drink!"
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methfront: the man who wanted to steal a shopping cart of bowling balls and drop them from the back of a car down route 36 doesn't want to sow bitterness
fdoosey: No, he just wanted to have fun with a shopping cart of bowling balls.
last time we drunkenly ordered a six pack of these morsels, we woke to find four, unopened in the bag, just inside the door the next morning, and yet we still were afflicted with the maladies you describe.
I think Ky. is the only state with both WC and Krystal, and that might only be in Bowling Green. I can only eat and survive the WC if I've drank nothing but beer, not even undrunk.
I get white castle every time I go to the city (they have plenty in nyc). Great stuff. I love them more than life itself! Down about 8-10 in one sitting.
They are not good on the stomach - hence the knicknames: murder burger, sliders (yeah, I know its also because they are nice and greased up), etc..... they have some great laxative qualities to them.
Here we call them "gut bombs." Although the last Krystal in these parts closed down a few years ago. I miss sitting in the Krystal at 3 am, the only white guy in the place, comparing tattoos with the thugs and waiting for my order of a dozen krystal chicks and a dozen pups (small chili dogs). Go home, smoke a bowl with the drunke roomates, eat a ton of fake food, wake up smelly but happy.
Joe Twelvepack wrote:Here we call them "gut bombs." Although the last Krystal in these parts closed down a few years ago. I miss sitting in the Krystal at 3 am, the only white guy in the place, comparing tattoos with the thugs and waiting for my order of a dozen krystal chicks and a dozen pups (small chili dogs). Go home, smoke a bowl with the drunke roomates, eat a ton of fake food, wake up smelly but happy.
Sounds like a good time to me... always up for sparking a bowl. Though I won't take this as a stunning endorsement for WC, I've seen people eat some fucked up things after smoking sessions... Tostitos Salsa con Queso cheese dip on twizzlers, homemade chili on an ice cream sandwich... just to name a few.
"Women might be able to fake orgasms... but men can fake entire relationships."
-- Sharon Stone
but when but when I lived in Louisville, KY after a night of heavy drinking I would always crave a sack of cheese burgers and an order of cheese fries from White Castle. They were always absolutely delicious to the drunken palate and the place would always be packed at 3 a.m. with people in all imagineable states of intoxication. However, the next morning my ass would have a craving for the toilet and my colon would feel like it's trying to pass a watermelon. Not to mention the gas you have the entire next day. I'm talking about farts so foul that they strike the fear of god in any human being within a 10 ft. blast radius and possibly (with the right atmospheric conditions) kill a small household pet.
