I come from the generation before the
crave.
My generation grew up with the 5 cent slider, the nickle mighty whitey one. The place where you knew they didn't play hockey with the frozen patties or see how fast a roach would last in the deep fryer.
To us frozen isn't happening unless we freeze them. You didn't get it from the grocery store, packaged in a plastic wrap. If you were away from home, it was always good to get someone visiting with 36 White Castle burgers to amaze and amuse the locals.
To us the happy smiling face behind the clean counter in an equally clean eatery asking us how many
colon cleansing units do we want was just part of the experience.
Watching the white clad clean skilled worker doing his or her magic on the grill was an inspiration to all. Just thinking about those rehydrated onions, that raw square patty with those five "quick cook air holes" sitting steaming brings back a lot of good memories.
Like a lot of others of my generation, we had contests to see how many we could eat, some wimped out at ten while others went on to reach thirty. Even though we didn't show up for work for a few days after that, it was all about camaraderie of the contest. But more it was all about being a patron of the White Porcelain Palace known as White Castle and the delicacy of those burgers with the five holes and the rehydrated onions it was steamed on that matter.
Billy Ingram would have been proud of my generation, to us there wasn't a
crave or hyped marketing but just White Castles and the hamburger he strive to perfect.
