Took a ride waaaaayyy north to Buttzville (real name) to pay a visit to one of my favorite places, Hot Dog Johnny's or Johnny, depending on your politics. Great food, amazing neon. Like a beacon in the night.
Lina, my wife, was pretty excited, and with good reason. Hot dogs with pickles, perfect fries, frosty mug birch beer, and don't forget, fresh buttermilk. Buttermilk is probably the last thing you'd consider to wash down all this greasy food, but it works, with a birch beer chaser.
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