We are going to back-track a little bit for a few posts since not all of my pictures got put online in the same order in which they happened... entirely my fault, that.
Okay, so, just to preface this post... there is no such thing as a "taco house". There are taco stands... taco shacks... taco carts... and, most importantly, taco shops. Saying that a "taco house" exists is the same as eluding to the existence of a "taco mansion" or "taco country club", both of which we all know do not exist either and, if they do, they are the Loch Ness Monsters of the Mexican food world-- we wish they existed, some of us in some way need for them to exist, while others know that they don't exist but tell others that they totally do. The third type of person is a known in California as a "jerkbag".
Now to continue with our poorly scheduled programme!
Johnson City is known for more than just having a hilarious name-- it also has a lot of really cool, some freaky, and some just downright insane places.
These are some of them:
This is a brick-oven pizza place that I've never eaten at but that I used to drive past all the time when I was bummin' around JC in the summer of 2009. It must be pretty good because it is currently 2014 and it is still there. The black circles that connect the posts in front of the restaurant are the opposite of Unidentified Flying Objects-- they're old records!
This intersection represents what is thought of as the main part of town. It really isn't but it used to be a long time ago. Justin has a photograph that he restored of one of these streets during the time that many of these now crumbling buildings (but don't worry-- they're fixing them! I saw!) were brand new.
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I know it's on there somewhere. While you're there check out the rest of his art because it's really amazing and he doesn't give himself enough credit for it!
Here is another view of Scratch with an even better view of the mutilated 45's that surround its patio.
For real, whoever thought up the idea of using old records like this should both be awarded something for creativity and shamed for... messing up... records. Dude, just don't mess up old records! I'm going to park next time we visit and if there's a Crosby, Stills and Nash vinyl up there I'm going to cry.
This, California Beach Dwellers, is a train track. Notice how there is a metal arm on the right hand side of the photo-- do not ever park under that thing ohmygodswhydoyouguysdothat?!
Notice the street names. Giggle. Keep driving.
I don't know what this building is but if it has a snowflake on it (which it does; it's kind of blurry but it's attached to that green lamp post) then it must be cool.
I think this building got burnt from the inside out? Maybe? I'm not entirely sure what's going on here.
Everyone take out your phones and dial the number on the Korean Taco House. When they answer, demand a concise explanation because I'm honestly not entirely sure what is going on here either.
All of this "wait.. what? Why?!" is why I loved Johnson City.








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