shu and joe

For years I avoided hotdogs. Just thinking about the word h-o-t-d-o-g would induce mild nausea. But living in Asia has, for better or worse, opened my palate to foods whose contents and production I dare not ponder. Hence, I now embrace the dog. There’s nothing more satisfying after a day kayaking on a lake than a frosted mug of birch beer coupled with a deep fried all-beef hotdog from Hot Dog Johnny’s, a pre-war Jersey institution.