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mmm, i crave

Chicken Rings! What the hell are chicken rings? And why did I just eat a small order? Breaded, fried - chicken RINGS!!!! What the hell was I thinking? What were the marketers at White Castle thinking? CHICKEN RINGS - can you imagine something so not natural? Onion rings, I get. Onions suggest, at least, a 'ring' shape. Chicken? I don't get it. But at 3am they sure hit the spot!

I was out at a birthday party for a friend I kind of know from college. Half a dozen alumni were in town and at the party. I skipped the after party on some Canal Street loft to give directions to these old friends. I rode with them in their breaking down van (we were at the parking garage for twenty minutes trying to get it jump started) to their friend's place in Brooklyn. My plan was to get them there and then find a cab on fourth avenue. No luck. Two available cabs sped by. I gave in to my urges and raced across the street to the open White Castle. Mini-burgers and chicken rings! It was like I was in Queens, circa 1996. Out dancing (who knows why!) at the local Irish pub (a basement with smoke machines), my roommate and I would stumble across the street and find ourselves in White Castle. I can't ever remember a trip to that dive-y fast food joint that didn't result in a stomach ache the following morning.

Maybe a large glass of water will help.