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...fortunate enough to have a White Castle burger franchise nearby, know exactly what I'm talking about when I say the White Castle slogan of "It's What You Crave!".
Around since 1921 when the first White Castle store opened in Wichita, Kansas, today the franchise boasts almost 500 restaurants, all in the U.S.
Famous for their small square patties that are cooked with onion slivers underneath the burgers on a grill, then steamed with the bun on top to allow the meat and onion flavors to permeate the bun, White Castle is the destination of choice for partiers after a long... (more)
(Please forgive the repost of a former article as I've been on vacation. Hope you enjoy it the second time around.)
You’ll never know how something so simple as your smile can influence or change someone’s life. You’ll never know, until you’re told. I was and now I’m sharing it with you.
I’ve never been one to hold back a smile. It’s just always been a part of who I am. My mom always had one plastered on her face and its probably where I learned it from. I never TRULY knew how a smile can really change someone’s attitude until I started working in the restaurant industry... (more)
What’s worse -- finding a worm in your apple, or finding half a worm? I say half a worm. But ask me what’s worse than having one of your cooks tell you that he can’t find the Band-Aid that was on his finger?
I can’t think of anything at the moment. I’m too busy searching for the Band-Aid.
“What food have you touched?’ I asked the cook.
“I don’t know. A lot of it.”
“Come on. You’re going to have to do better than that.”
”Well, I prepped the sauté station, and I …”
A scream from the dining room halted my interrogation. “Never mind.”
You would have... (more)
I was sitting at the bar of an upscale new seafood restaurant, feeling kind of poor relative to the menu prices, when who should come along but Bob and Karen Weiss, looking brown as two berries. I got up to greet them. “Hey, you two. What’s doin’?”
“Hey, Alan,” Bob answered, giving me a hug. “Not much. Heading down to Aruba in the morning for a little R and R.”
“Heading down?” I said. “Looks like you just got back.”
“This?” said Karen, running a hand down her beautifully tanned arm. “Tanning booth. We don’t like to get off the plane looking like a couple of ghosts.”... (more)
Al’s French Diner
Other children grow up wanting to be astronauts, or major league ballplayers, or presidents of great and powerful nations. Me, I always wanted to be a short order cook, and -- lest I leave you with the impression that I lack ambition – to own my own diner.
Here’s a snapshot of Al’s Diner, circa 1958. Enter: you -- making your way to the one remaining vacant stool at the counter. You sit; spin a little; read the menu board; you study the grill, it’s surface nearly completely covered with breakfasts in the making: pancakes, French... (more)
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