28 Before 28: Eat at White Castle

In my 28th year of life, I’m attempting to do 28 new things. Full list here.

A couple of weeks ago, I used a personal day to take a Saturday off and hang with my boyfriend. We decided to spend a day being kids at Coney Island. As we approached the boardwalk of rides, games, and oddities, he pointed out a small stand and the opportunity to knock another thing off my list.

We made sure to ride all the stomach-churning roller coasters first before we dug into fast-food. I ordered three little sliders and a side of onion rings whilst the boy ordered sliders and a sack of something called chicken rings. In an unexpected turn, the chicken rings stole the show instead of the sliders. The sliders were good, cheap, little fast food burgers with a thin patty and oddly sweet tasting bun, but the chicken rings were delicious little chicken fingers in a perplexing shape.

All in all, I enjoyed it. But I’m not a fast food person, and I don’t know where the White Castle obsession comes from for East Coasters. It probably has more to do with childhood memories and habits. I don’t get it in the same way I never got people’s obsession with In N Out. On the other hand, my raging obsession with the Veggie Works Burrito from Del Taco is something most people don’t get either. It brings me back to my days being 16 in my new car, late at night driving around the desert, grabbing a sloppy burrito before heading home. Oh youth.