Or at least we tried. The furthest we got to it was looking at a map at 1:30 am in the business building realising there was no way we are ever going to get there. The nearest white castle is in cherry hill. Or Newark. Which is next to new york. Which is two hours car ride away. Except we have no car. It was 1 am. There is no public transportation functioning. If there was we would have gotten shot, mugged and raped on it anyway. And it was -5 degrees. I suggested walking but that was just the wine in me talking.
It all started at 11:45pm in Tangerine while doing restaurant week dinner. Buzzing from the wine (we ordered the entire wine list, because there was only 4 types on wine on the wine list), and high on lamb cous cous, chicken & polenta, flan and apple pie, Ed came up with the brilliant idea that we should go find white castle burger. Right now. In the winter. Because besides jumping into the river, that would be the craziest thing for us bumming undergrads to do.
So we dashed back to school, went to the business building and search up how to get there. We bumped into his indian friend that would complete our chinese-indian journey to white castle. His friend was like, yeah sure, why not?
Sadly the furthest we ever got to white castle was its website. We spent the rest of our Friday night/Saturday early morning sitting in a study room, watching random videos and trying to download the Harold and Kumar movie. Very anticlimatic. I don't know which is more pathetic. People actually studying on Friday 2am in the study room, or 3 people watching videos on Friday 2am in the study room.
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