White Castle is definitely the kind of place to go when you're smashed out of your mind and it is 2am. Growing up in Chicago, there was one near where I lived where people would go to with the munchies long after a party was over. In fact, there was this guy who called himself "The Eucharist" who used to bust in the place and perform around that time.
It was pretty bizarre. Two guys would bust in the doors at White Castle while we're all eating mini-burgers and onion rings, and they'd say, "Ladies and gentlemen ... please welcome ... The Eucharist!" And this freaky guy would run in and start dancing on the tables while the two guys would start singing Jewish music (hence the "Eucharist" thing being somewhat of a pun, I clearly guessed). Patrons at the store would grab the buns and onions and start tossing them at the guy as he danced. And before the cops would come when the 3am employees called in the disturbance, The Eucharist and his entourage would be outta there.
It went on for almost a year...