C OREGON - Oregon Commentator
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RX Delicious<br />
Drunk Restaurant<br />
Reviews<br />
White Castle<br />
It probably doesn’t shock anyone<br />
when I say that any foray into<br />
Springfield is probably going<br />
to end in tears and regret. That<br />
probability increases exponentially<br />
as the weekend approaches, so by<br />
the time you hit Saturday night,<br />
your at shit ground zero. However,<br />
I’m pleasantly shocked to say that<br />
I actually had a decent evening in<br />
Springfield this weekend, during a<br />
visit to the White Castle on Gateway.<br />
True to form, after a couple<br />
bottles of whiskey and a bowl or five,<br />
my bros and I decided it was time to<br />
stuff our gullets with greasy goodness.<br />
After waking up the DD Travis and<br />
pulling him out of a puddle of Jäger, we<br />
made our confused way to the closest<br />
fast food joint we could find. After we<br />
missed a Taco Bell and an IHOP and<br />
a KFC, we finally forced the T-Man<br />
to pull over next to the Best Buy in<br />
the parking lot of a White Castle.<br />
The place got a thumbs<br />
down right through when the door<br />
the cashier asked for our IDs (way<br />
too hardass, we weren’t that drunk).<br />
Their menu was kind of weird, too,<br />
with everything spaced out around a<br />
dining room (which I would modestly<br />
describe as football-field-sized) for<br />
us to find on our own. It was almost<br />
like a bistro, if bistros were full of<br />
lingerie and dildos and gay porn.<br />
Yeah, there was that too.<br />
For reasons unknown, White Castle<br />
has apparently decided to expand its<br />
offerings. That seemed kind of weird<br />
to me, since there wasn’t a square<br />
hamburger to be found and it was hard<br />
to construct a sandwich out of frilly<br />
panties (Nathan had more luck with<br />
the sexy board games and the edible<br />
lube). While Kassandra sifted through<br />
a rack of condoms for salt packets<br />
and her boyfriend Fish yelled about<br />
about not knowing the Castle had a<br />
Redbox while pulling anal DVDs off<br />
the shelf, my hankering for faux-meat<br />
led me to the back wall, where I found<br />
a different sort of faux-meat. Turns out<br />
It was kind of like this, except with less<br />
Neil Patrick Harris and more fleshlights.<br />
they have an impressive selection of<br />
vibrators at White Castle these days,<br />
set up so they could be tested, which<br />
I guess is cool since it’s kind of like<br />
giving out free samples. Might as<br />
well, when you’re the size of a Costco.<br />
Everything was a bit blurry<br />
after that—I remember Trav trying<br />
to drink from what he thought was<br />
a Coke before getting a mouthful o’<br />
nine tails, Kass laughing about the<br />
handcuffs that she found in a sandwich<br />
box, and Jason passing out in a copy<br />
of Big Dicks Monthly and muttering<br />
about crayons for his placemat. I’m<br />
pretty sure security tossed us out after<br />
Kass’ beau knocked over a rack of<br />
massage oil (dude, he was so drunk)<br />
and we somehow stumbled our way<br />
back to the car with some piecemeal<br />
bits for our trouble (Jason somehow<br />
managed to hold on to that BDM,<br />
and said it was totally on accident).<br />
It was only as I was passing out on<br />
Kass’ couch that I found the prize that<br />
came with my Whitey Meal—a purple<br />
bullet with little cartoon flowers on<br />
the box, somehow stuffed into my<br />
pocket. This shit got classier everyday.<br />
I have since discovered that,<br />
apparently, the closest White Castle<br />
to Eugene is in Minnesota, so it looks<br />
like we found a knock-off. Either<br />
way, my guess is we’ll be hitting<br />
the place up the next time my posse<br />
is dying for somethin’ fryin’. Or<br />
vibin’. Mayan? Something, whatever.<br />
In conclusion, if you love<br />
plastic protein, hit up the White<br />
Castle on Gateway. At the very least,<br />
it’ll be worth it for the prize inside.<br />
Kat O. Nein is the managing editor of<br />
the <strong>Oregon</strong> <strong>Commentator</strong>, and takes,<br />
“Thank you, come again,” the wrong way.<br />
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