I remember eating at a White Castle in St. Paul on New Years Day, shortly after 1 AM.
We were on our way home after playing a New Years gig at a bar in St. Paul. It was 1973.
I remember it because of the frozen Spaghettios somebody yacked up outside the front door.
My daughters and I visited my mom - 92 at the time several years ago in Minneapolis. We spent one day driving all over the old haunts. The several houses she lived in, her various schools, and the White Castle she use to go to as a teen.
We walked into the store - somewhere on Nicollet Ave. iirc.
“Oh - it looks a lot different now!”
After having her buzzed in by the manager so she could use the locked bathroom she was even more sure that things had changed! On her suggestion we took our food to go!
Wyoming, Minnesota is quite aways up north. I’m guessing the got White Castles at the grocery store.