White castles. A seemingly staple of american culture. What is it that draws us to this place late at night? Why does it feel like after eating 3 white castle cheesburgers I just ate 20 lb piece of lead? Why can't I get out of my chair now? Why do I already have a feeling of dread about tomorrow morning? Why do I hate myself for breaking my sacred vow to never eat white castles ever again?
Ahhh the mind boggles!