White Castle

After many years White Castle is closed at this location it is now a radio shack what a shock I’ve been eating at different white castles for 57 years I remember when White Castle had girls on roller skates bring out the food and put it on the drivers side window hope they hang in at the other locations JR

First time here. It was so good it brought a tear to my eye. I would have ordered the crave case but I had business meetings to attend to and I have to awake for those.

A great quick breakfast at white castles this morning. I chose some very unassuming french toast sticks and was pleasantly surprised that they taste and look like they were made with brioche dipped in batter.
Me thinks these are going to be a morning regular for me while i’m out and about in the Broadway shopping mall (or as us locals call it «Associated Mall».
Im lovin’ it! Oops sorry, that’s McDonalds across the street. Id rather do WC!

It been almost 1 year since I first try White Castle and I been craving it forever so I decided to take a walked (2 miles) to get there and get my White Castle fixing and oh boy was I disappointed. The burger were alittle soggy plus it was most expensive then I remember. The fries weren’t really crispy. Overall I wasn’t impress but I think it was most about this location but maybe because I was actually sober to taste the real White Castle. These burger taste below the frozen one you buy in the supermarket in the west coast. Suck!

This place is disgusting! I don’t know if it was just the location or people who work there but my overall experience was blah. The little so called burgers tasted like they came from a microwave because it tasted like mush.

The grossest place I’ve ever been to. The place on the inside looks like your usual fastfood joint. The prices are VERY cheap. 59cents for a slider? or they had a promotion 5 dollars for 100 sliders.
The sliders are very very small and the meat does not even taste like meat. I could only eat one because I couldn’t bare to eat anymore since it tasted so artificial.
I don’t understand why people like this place.

I stopped in here late the other night because it was the only thing open (aside from Bel Aire Diner… but I didn’t feel like waiting 15 minutes for my food). I’m not sure which was more charming… the homeless man passed out at one of the tables, making the entire place smell like piss… that the fellow working the register was playing distorted bad hip hop through the speakerphone function of his badly outdated cell phone which was tucked away in his shirt pocket… or that said individual placed my order incorrectly and then charged me for a whole bunch of food I didn’t order. No… wait…I know what the best part was… feeling ill to my stomach for more than 48 hours after eating here. That was awesome.

White Castle, I love you… WILL YOU MARRY ME?
The End.

great spot for castles!@ just do not go past 9pm as it gets pretty ghetto. Wish they had a drive through in order to not deal with the ghetto folks there. As a matter of fact i might get one right now lol

I come to white castle because I’m usually looking for a cheap meal, i want a burger– but honestly I actually enjoy the burgers As weird as it is, and being a health-​conscious nut, I can’t deny that I love those square shaped patties wedged between cheap buns with a a sprinkle of grilled onions, pickles and cheese. I’m not looking for gourmet cooking but the juice from the beef mixed with the ketchup, crap cheese and pickles really hits the spot sometimes. I come to this location in particular because its close by my family and surprisingly I find the area less ghetto than the one in Manhattan.
So long as my family members are in Astoria, I will continue dining here.
BTW– Valentine’s Day there is awesome… reservations, fake flowers and all. Service was better and more attentive than I get elsewhere sometimes and 20x the price!

White Castle is the most vile disgusting place on earth. The employees are disinterested and lazy. The place is filthy. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF IT. White Caste is a NYC institution and when you go there you know what to expect. The belly bombs just slide down with their great taste of steamed onions and melted cheese.
In my opinion there should only be five star reviews on here. It is what it is… if you dont like this place for the cleanliness and good service or atmosphere, you just cant be a new yorker (wink)

This White Castle will always remind me of the day I moved into Astoria.
Driving a rented van up 21^st St. towards my place, I saw the White Castle and thought «Nice, good spot for late night drunk food.» Mom said at about the same time «Please tell me you don’t actually live around here.»
And that’s the only problem with this White Castle, I don’t actually live around it, not close enough to walk at 3am anyway. So during my 1^st year as an Astoria resident, I was never able to experience the greasy goodness that is White Castle. However, a couple of weeks ago a friend flew in town late night on a Friday and drove a rental car into Manhattan. This gave me the chance to suggest White Castle on the drive home, and he was down.
Now, if greasy sort of meat, possibly onions and what is most likely a pickle doesn’t really sound like your sort of food, stay away from White Castle. If the previous sentence has made your mouth water, you’ve probably been here already.
I also have to mention one other thing that surprised me in a good way. In my half drunken state, I decided to give a chicken ring sandwich a try. In a world where «chicken» is made into nuggets and all other sorts of shapes, a ring shouldn’t be that surprising. What did surprise me was that it was actually good. Unlike the «burgers,» whose thickness can best be measured in millimeters, the chicken ring was a solid piece of all white meat. I can’t believe I’m writing this, but I sort of recommend it.
Regardless of the surprisingly decent chicken ring, White Castle is White Castle. If you’re looking for grease, it’s the place to go.

If you ever come after school is out, you’re in for an extra treat. Not only was it busy, we had free rhymes with my burger and fries. My food was hot and fresh as fast food can get. Teenage boys lined the restaurant rapping and what not. The best part was when the managers wanted them to leave. A voice over the PA sounded several times before they all decided not to get arrested.
The food: good
Atmosphere: teenage haven at 2pm
Cleanliness: not so much (but they were busy) the first table I sat at was littered with onions and ketchup
Kid friendly: Eh

On Valentine’s Day, White Castle goes the extra mile to make it special for couples in love. I’m talking red plastic tablecloths, waiter service at the table, candles and fake silk roses. And you have to make reservations.
Are you getting a sense of what I did last night? Yes, we like to go for the ironic V-​Day angle and White Castle seemed like the perfect venue. (The other couples there mostly seemed to be there as a joke… though it’s possible that a few were taking it seriously.) Plus, we live within walking distance of this location.
Here’s the one problem: As much of a novelty as it is to have a «romantic» dinner at White Castle, their food still SUCKS. Don’t get me wrong. I know it’s White Castle and my expectations were low. But the buns are SO SOGGY and the fries are stale. It’s like they were reheating their own freezer aisle products. And are chicken rings really necessary?
I will say, though, that our waiter was incredibly nice, attentive and earnest.
I would proclaim last night’s experience to be my first and last time at White Castle, but they gave me a coupon for two free hamburgers so I guess I’ll have to go back.

O White Castle, thou hast finally Cured my Crave!
I had a taxi drop me off here on my way home at about midnight so I could effect my long-​awaited reunion with a «Slyder» (that’s how it’s spelled — check their site).
I can’t say there was anything particularly special about this White Castle. It wasn’t dirty and the staff were friendly by NYC fast food standards (no one hit me). They had the complete menu and service was fast. I got my crinkle fries and a few sliders To Go, and headed out the door with my transparent goodie bag to start the walk up Broadway.
It was a cold night, so I ate the fries as I walked. Experience tells me that the fries will get really cold really fast. That was fine. I was home in about ten minutes and ready to dig into the sliders. The first one was fine — not great, but fine. I wondered if it, too, had cooled down on my walk. By the 2^nd or 3^rd, I was really suspecting something was up, and I never got to the 4^th little guy.
I was SICK. Maybe the cool air had congealed the grease, or maybe my palate had finally matured, but I could NOT handle these burgers. I thought I was gonna yakalak. I didn’t. It wasn’t food poisoning or anything. It was just not appealing to me.
For those who love White Castle — I understand. But I’m also glad to be free of the incessant urge to down incredibly unhealthy tiny burgers sold under a parapet.

Although I always admired Harold and Kumar’s ambitious devotion to their favorite junk food joint, I never quite understood why they were so adamant about choosing White Castle over, say, their local Mickey D’s.
To me, crap food is crap: it all has the same greasy, enticing aura, perfect taste, and, hey, if you’re lucky you don’t end up sick in the bathroom. But you won’t be any luckier at Burger King than you are at Wendy’s. Or KFC for that matter. Or, really, Mickey D’s.
So why White Castle? What makes that so much better than anything else? Why must Harold and Kumar have such an elitist junk food palate?
At first I thought they were just potheads thinking crazy, and so I disregarded the question at hand. But as the days wore on and I moved to the big city, I noticed the stupid little castles popping up more frequently than the Waffle Houses did in the South, and that intensely piqued my curiosity.
They say curiosity kills the cat. I’m no cat, but I can admit to a little death by curiosity. I might still be typing, but after stealing away to White Castle for the first time last night, I can already predict my occasional artery clogging becoming a more frequent event. Oh, but the death smells good – just like those tiny little square burgers. Those fluffy buns, those juicy patties, those flavorful onions. The soft bread sinking at your teeth’s command. The cheese melting with your every desire. The meat burning your tongue as you realize that that sneaky little slider kept all of its heat in that clever little square box it had been waiting in. And you become a better person: you forgive and keep on eating.
As for the fries – oh my god, those heavenly fries! Screw Ronald McDonald and his dingy little yellow stringies – the fat, greasy, ruffly White Castle fries remind you what a potato really tastes like.
And those onion rings? Those onion rings, they grease your insides in true style.
It’s hard to sit here in the middle of the night and remember White Castle. It’s hard to know that last night wasn’t enough, and I had to spend my lunch hour again at White Caste today. It’s hard to admit that I often find myself dropping my thoughts at random and thinking about moist White Castle burgers instead.
But it makes sense, because White Castle knows how to tease your tongue and satisfy your cravings.
I finally understand why Harold and Kumar go to White Castle. But, unlike those poor hungry dudes, I will never put up with such an adventure. Because to my luck, I live next to White Castle.
And thanks to its alluring tastebud seduction, I don’t plan on moving any time soon.

I believe the impossible has happened or hell has officially frozen over. I actually LIKE this White Castle and don’t mind eating its shady food. The burgers I had here were not only edible but satisfied a craving for junk food like no other. They were moist, the meat was juicy, the onions were not too overpowering, and combined with fries and a soda became the perfect crap meal.
Service here is still like the others, which is close to sucky. At least the hours are late here and all of those who want to skip the diner and go straight for mini-​sliders are welcome to do it here. Perhaps this is the location that Harold and Kumar were really trying to find.

disgusting and amazing.
When you’re hammered, nothing fits better. Plus nothing else is open.
I kid you not… me and three friends (kids move on) were driving, all drunk, through the drive thru (I was in the back seat) and we all passed out after we ordered and before we picked up our food. Nice. They were kind enough to wake us up and give us our food.
It was 4 AM. perhaps we were just ‘tired’

«From White Castle to the Nile.»
«Got the ladies of the eighties from here to White Castle.»
«I chill at White Castle ’cause it’s the best.»
«White Castle fries only come in one size.» (not any more)
«We went to White Castle and we got thrown out.»
— Beastie Boys
My favorite fast food burger place. I polish off 10 cheese, sac o fries and a small refillable drink each time I go (which is not as often as i would like but i want to live past 40). I love walking down the street with a crave case full of 30 burgers. Kinda looks like a brief case and believe me you are gonna have to work late to put all 30 down. I will never stop eating them, they are too good.

Oh how I miss you, White Castle. Your store-​bought frozen burgers, which are all I can get on the west coast, are just a sad, pathetic reminder of the glory that is your fresh sliders.
I would walk down a few times a week and pick up 6 – 8 cheeseburgers and fries and enormous drink (all for a super-​low price). Needless to say, I gained a lot of weight living just a block away from you.
I suppose it’s for the best that you are 3,000 miles beyond my reach, White Castle, because right now I want nothing more than to storm your gates like a motherfucker and shove a million of those sliders into my hungry mouth.