A Quick Pitstop a Hot Dog Johnny’s

Once I managed to secure my license plate enough so that it didn’t go winging off and scalp someone on the side of the road, I continued west from Hackettstown on Route 46. I’ve only traveled that far western section of 46 a few times. Riding along in the morning sun, along the river, It was much nicer than I remembered.

A few years ago at Hot Dog Johnny’s

The last time I was in that area was maybe 3 or 4 years ago with Kenny. I wanted to see Shades of Death Road and go to Hot Dog Johnny’s in Buttzville. Yes, that’s really the town name. And even though I’m in my 40’s, it still make me snicker. every. damn. time.

Go ahead and say it out loud. Buttzville. See?! If we were sitting at my kitchen table having coffee together now, I’d probably tell you that YOU live in Buttzville and we’d laaaaugh and laaaaaaaaaugh… ::sigh:: Ahhh, good times.

Giggling aside, I couldn’t resist stopping for the Hot Dog Johnny’s sign when it came in to view. It just has the sparkle of throwback Americana that I love so much.

 

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Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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10 Responses

  1. Darrin says:

    And yes, they serve ice cold Buttermilk in a frosty mug!

  2. Ted Kettler says:

    OMG…. Hot Dog Johnny’s!!! Haven’t been there since I was a kid.

    I’ve driven through Buttzville a bunch of times. Made me pass gas everytime.

  3. JT says:

    The birchbeer in that heavy glass frosty mug the perfect road tonic. You were real close to this : http://www.lehighvalleylive.com/warren-county/express-times/index.ssf/2015/06/pink_hippo_makes_splash_as_mys.html

  4. Chris says:

    Love the part of the license plate falling off and scalping someone. A few years back when I left on a road trip with a friend my bike sounded louder for some reason and I was hearing a rattle. For 3,000 miles I could not figure out what it was. Then when getting back on the PA Turnpike on the way home I saw something fly off and bounce off the foot peg of my riding buddy who was behind me. At the same time the bike got considerably louder.

    I had figured out what the rattle was. It was the baffle in my exhaust. It had departed my bike, bounced off my buddy’s foot, and then landed on the highway where it got crushed by a passing car.

    Funny days 🙂

  5. Tim says:

    I don’t live too far from there. There is actually a “Titman” road in Buttzville, not too far from Hot Dog Johnny’s – almost bought a house right around there last summer – shame that didn’t work out…

  6. Kathy says:

    That looks like my kind of place. I love hot dogs AND birch beer. I will skip the buttermilk (or ottermilk!).

    I’ll have to add it to my list.

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