Fuck Harold and Kumar, Mojo goes to white castle

I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as one that ends with a trip to White Castle.  Look what I found in NY, hiding on 38th and 8th!  There used to be one across the street from the Empire State Building but it disappeared years ago, leading many to believe the closest sliders were now in Queens.  Well, fear not, hungry Manhattanite, you no longer have to hop on the F for a trip to heaven!