I've always been told that you either love White Castle or you hate it. I've come to believe that it's not so much that as it is, grow up with White Castle and like it. I got so sick after I ate here that I can't stand the smell now. The people who ate when I did had the same thing, so it wasn't the cleanliness . . . just that White Castle is obviously not for me. Be warned ~ if you didn't grow up eating White Castle, you're likely not going to fall in love.
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