The frozen/refrigerator case sliders do not do justice to the real thing!

Though I now live just a mile away from a White Castle (and in a rarity for Chicago, one in a safe neighborhood -- the execution of a federal judge's family this week notwithstanding), I only go for sliders every six months or so when a craving strikes late at night. The trick is to also drink one of their chalk-like milkshakes to line the stomach.