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Originally Posted by Freeda
I can relate to Bill. The occasional (but powerful, when it hits - usually without warning, just like a Ninja) craving for these tiny but oh, so enticing little burgers is sometimes acquired very early in life (but it is probably never too late) and once it's there I'm afraid for at least some of us there is no fighting it, and no substitute (no steak or lobster will do) or permanent solution to this vice short of surrender (one must know his or her limitations), which, I'll confess, means a drive to Ocala. At some of life's most stressful - or most or celebratory, or just hilarious - moments, White Castle (that's what we had in Louisville) was one of our favorite late night go-to places; it was always there for us and it never let us down.
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When I first moved to Chicago, some friends took me to White Castle for hamburgers. I ordered one... I thought I was going to starve. You think someone would have told em they are only a bite???
Do they have White Castle there??? Maybe I could open one up in the villages. Works better then prunes....
