Steamed hams?!
"Aurora Borealis? At this time of day, at this time of year, at this lattitude, isolated eniterly in your kitchen?"
"Yes."
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"Can I see it?"
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Steamed hams?!
"Aurora Borealis? At this time of day, at this time of year, at this lattitude, isolated eniterly in your kitchen?"
"Yes."
. . .
"Can I see it?"
We don't have a White Castle here...we used to have a Krystals but that closed up shop.
The only White Castles I've seen have been in the freezer section of the grocery store, but I've stayed far far away from those. "Fresh" White Castles sound bad enough I can't imagine what a frozen and then reheated one would be like.
My mind is highly suggestible. I am now craving fast food.
"Can I see it?"
Nnnnno.
I have never partaken of the freakish steamed onion burgers. They sound indescribably awful.
Mmm, steamed hams!
Bwah!
It's an Albany expression.
They sound indescribably awful.
Oh, they are.
And yet....
I think I have a sickness.
It's an Albany expression.
It's an old family recipe.
I kind of want to see Harold & Kumar in spite of my lack of White Castle experience.
The Village doesn't look funny-bad to me, just the ordinary trying-too-hard bad. Which is not as much fun, but might still be worth seeing at the Cinema 'n' Drafthouse, where we can get beer and mock.
We will probably see The Bourne Supremacy this weekend.
They sound indescribably awful.
They are, but they always seem to be just the thing to cap off a night of drunkenness. You're stumbling home from the bar, and all of sudden you think, "Heeyyyyyyy, I could really go for some grease. What's open? White Castle? YEAH! A couple of sliders would really hit the spot!" So you join the horde of drunks milling about in the White Castle, scarfing down the cheeseburgers and boxes of fries, thinking that you're so smart to get some food in your stomach to soak up the booze.
Then, of course, you wake up the next day and your intestinal tract is sitting next to your liver, and they're both nursing a cup of coffee and a cigarette and glaring at you, all "Dude, you could have gone for the Wendy's, you know that? NO, you had to have the White Castle, didn't you? Bastard." And then the intestinal tract runs to the bathroom, and the liver gets up and stomps out to make another pot of coffee, making sure to slam the door very loudly.
I seriously think that White Castle increases your hangover by 50%.
I seriously think that White Castle increases your hangover by 50%.I feel the same about McDonalds.