After a hard day of work, Scott and I went out (in our free time) with our driver, Alex and some of his Italian pals. Somehow the topic of White Castle hamburgers came up, and - no matter how hard we tired - they didn't understand what we were talking about. Anyway, after a few drinks, and a long walk through downtown, we ended up at this sketchy sandwich hut.



Alex exclaimed (and I'm paraphrasing), "You must have this sandwich. It is complete shit, but you will enjoy it because it is late and you are hungry, and you have been drinking. It will be the perfect thing for your stomach, but if you ever come back again in the daytime. It will not be so good."

Without missing a beat, Scott and I both shouted back, "That's WHITE CASTLE! That's what White Castle means in the US!" And then he was all, "This is the White Castle?" and we were like, "Yeah! White Castle!"

And, just like he promised: best sandwich ever.
But, I'm tempted to go back during the daytime and see if it still holds up.