Overall, I love living in Seattle, but there are a few things I miss about the East Coast. There are no good amusement parks out here. Nobody makes a decent bagel. Chinese restaurants charge for white rice and don't offer barbeque spare ribs. And there are no White Castles.
One of the fringe benefits of The Gathering of Friends is the hotel's proximity to a White Castle. It's always fun to watch people experience their first ratburger. You either get it or you don't. A friend wrinkled his nose after trying one for the first time last week. "The bun is so... moist!" he cried. "Yes," I replied in a dreamy, Homeresque drone, "moist with oniony goodness." I grew up with White Castle. For me, it's comfort food. Which makes me realize that by the same logic, there are probably millions of people for whom Domino's pizza is also comfort food. <shudder> I can get them frozen at the supermarket, but that's not the same as buying them by the sack. If you didn't grow up with them, you just can't understand.
Posted by Peter at April 21, 2003 3:59 PM