Murder Burgers

March 6th, 2009
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Tammi and I share the guiltiest of guilty pleasures: White Castle burgers. These usually end up as our late night gorge after an evening of imbibing. Much like the Taco Truck I exalted recently, a sack of 10 cheeseburgers between the two of us profoundly hits the spot at 1am on a Friday night.
We usually end up at the White Castle on Atlantic Avenue, on the border of Prospect Heights and Clinton Hill as we’re heading home from the night’s festivities. Usually we walk, but at least once we’ve had a cab stop there on the way home.

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