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I never understood the White Castle thing. Maybe you have to grow up with them. When I did a trip with a group of people into White Castle country one person in the group insisted we stop. Everybody who had never had one before didn't really care for them (I didn't have one myself since they're made of cow so maybe I'd love them).
But whenever I visit the parents I do have to stop for lunch at Burgerville, so I understand the compulsion.
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