At one point, White Castle had pay toilets. Seriously. What kind of sick genius thought that scheme up??!!
“Here, eat a giant sack of colon blow burgers for $2.00. Access to the toilet is extra. “
Because they didn’t want people pooping in their bathroom messing with the stinky, greasy smells where people ate, of course! And who can blame them?
On the other hand, I never liked White Castle burgers. Too onion-flavored, absurdly tiny.
The World’s Best sliders - and I’m as serious about sliders as any sentient human being can be - are at Hunter House on Woodward in Birmingham, Michigan.
Yes, I’ve had the In and Out in LA, and everyone’s got their famous slider place they’ve taken me to over many years, but Hunter House is the undefeated king and champion of sliderdom. Oh sure, we have Greene’s, also a legendary Detroit slider place, and many others. But I am certain that the gods of sliders have blessed Hunter House.
Unbelievably excellent; the most perfect, gorgeously wonderful slider that has ever slid down a person’s gullet, and not a little postage stamp sized piece of onion-stinking sh!t on a tiny craptastic bun like they throw at you in places like White Castle! Hunter House is an authentic, one-off remnant of the 40s/50s.
Hunter House is so good that at upscale, six-figure weddings in my area they often serve them as a late treat/snack at the end of the party, after everyone’s been dancing all night and hungry despite having eaten a big catered dinner. And people go nuts over them. They’re a thing.
My son Jamie and I have a tradition when he visits from LA (and before that when he came in from college) that we have sliders at Hunter House within 24 hours of his arrival.
I just wish I didn’t have to be so careful about what I eat. Sadly, they’ve become a very rare treat for me, but as my heart surgeon said, patting me on the stomach, “Party’s over!”
