We drove our younger daughter to camp in the Poconos this
morning, travelling north on rt. 31 and then east on 46 on our
way to the Delaware Water Gap. While passing through Buttzville,
I couldn't help noticing Hot Dog Johnny's, a throwback roadside
mecca of deep-fried hot dogs and draft birch beer. Note to self:
Stop there on the way back, at any cost. Do not eat a single bite of
food between now and the moment you pull into that parking lot
on the way home. The lot was empty at 8:00 a.m., but surely they'd
be jamming at lunch time. My intuition proved to be accurate as the
place was abuzz with travelers of all shapes and sizes.
We waited only a couple minutes in line, and when I got to the
window, I realized how customers were served so quickly. I
naively asked if there was a menu to see, for I had scanned the
walls and found nothing of the sort. The reply was no. I then
asked what they had, and in a single breath, the girl behind the
counter said, "hot dogs, fries and soda". Then give me two hot
dogs with pickles and mustard, fries, and a birch beer. My order
was taken so quickly, I had forgotten to ask about the buttermilk,
which apparently some people drink cold from a mug with their
dogs and fries. Next time......Buttermilk?
We found a picnic bench out of about a dozen, which on the average,
turns in around ten minutes or so. The birch beer was deep red and
delicious, the fries were crispy and salty (perfect), and the dogs were
pretty average, truth be told. A little bit wrinkled from the deep fryer,
they were good, not great. Didn't matter. This place smacked of
Americana and to pass by would have surely amounted to treason.
And far be it from us not to be American-like.