Et Tu, White Castle?
White Castle, what is this? I thought it was you and me against the world.
You invented the slider, basically defining it as a steam-griddled pickle-and-onion-slathered gutbomb when your founders opened in 1921.
I've gone to bat as a linguistic prescriptivist for your tiny hamburgers, seeking to eliminate the use of the term slider for anything not prepared in the manner of your iconic burgers.
And now you—YOU—apply the term to a tiny pulled pork sandwich?
When I have TO REMIND WHITE CASTLE WHAT A REAL SLIDER IS, I feel the foundations of my world crumbling.