White Castle fries only come in one size.
Another icon from my youth has been corrupted by the tweaked out stylings of whatever this design era will be named. Extruded, snappy colored, wonky shaped visual noise to clutter up the landscape.
Getting on the road at 6 am to drive up to Columbus for work was hard enough. Add this insult to the injury of the sausage biscuits that made my stomach squeal in pain as I rolled through the gray plains fraught with heavy clouds.
Damn the White Castle branding initiative.