We tried White Castle from an airport vending machine. It was bleak.

We tried White Castle from an airport vending machine. It was bleak. (Illustration by Zachary Balcoff/The Washington Post; Victoria Caruso/The Washington Post)

BOSTON LOGAN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT — If you’ve watched “Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle” as many times as I have, you understand why I think every trip to this sanctuary of steamed sliders must be an adventure. Intoxicants must be ingested. Vehicles must be stolen. Arrests must be made. Enemies must be humiliated. And the night must end with a celebratory stack of tiny burgers, if only to prove you survived the ordeal.


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