White Castle.
- Francois Woody
- May 6, 2015
- 1 min read

How come every time I walk into a White Castle, I feel like I'm walking into a bank? Or jail? Anyone else ever get that feeling? "Everything you say or do is being monitored and recorded. Now, empty your pockets, place your palms against the wall, and spread your junk." Your dining experience comes replete with bulletproof glass and the whole 9. You walk up to order your food and you have to slip the money through an 8x2-inch hole. It's like a bad crack deal. It's crazy. I just wanted a couple of cheeseburgers; it's not that serious. Trust me.





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