Johnnie's is fine by me.
I woke up at my friend's apartment and everyone was still asleep. I was dying of hunger and couldn't wait till everyone woke up. I stepped out into the quad area and the gate was locked so I had to hop the wall. Considering how hungover I was, I was proud of myself that I did it with such ease. I thought I was gonna struggle with it for a bit.
Johnnie's was the closest place I found to eat at. I was walking for a long time. I must have just been walking down the wrong damn street because I felt like I was in the goddamned apocalypse. No one was around and my stomach was punishing me.
When I finally arrived I order mah dog and some lemonade and soaked it all up. The hotdog came with fries, which I was not aware of until I got everything together. I was perfectly full. Not too full where I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest and I was good to go for a long time afterward.
The price was okay. The hotdog that I ate was really tasty. I kind of wish this place was closer to where I live and work because if it did I'd go there for lunch every couple of weeks or something just to hit up the different varieties of hotdogs that they have including various chili dogs and chili dogs with sauerkraut. That sounds pretty amazing.
Everyone who came in after me proudly declared that they were a regular. I was kind of in awe of the established fanbase.
I'm a hotdogger. I am. If I'm in the neighborhood again, I will eat at Johnnie's.