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P.D. Johnson’s Dog Day Deli
3839 McKinney Ave.
214-720-2227
Dude Factor: 8, or “Jimmy Johnson,” on a scale of 1 (Jack Johnson, the musician) to 10 (Jack Johnson, the boxer)
Ah, P.D. Johnson’s Dog Day Deli. From the first day we
ventured into the old
location, we knew we’d found a dude-friendly haven in the barren wasteland of
salad restaurants and “paninotecas” known as Uptown. Massive selection of
sandwiches with names like the “Nooner” and the “Bone”–check. A “you can’t beat
P.D.’s meat!” joke on the menu–check. A dog that farts when you click the menu
on their website–check plus.
Some time ago they packed up the pooch and moved to a joint
further up
same, largely consisting of random joke e-mails, newspaper articles and
postcards pinned to the wall.
As far as the menu goes, we generally like the 8-step “Build-Your-Own-Johnson”
option–we’re dudes, after all, and we like to build stuff–but there are plenty
of scripted sandwiches that will also serve you well, from steaming options like the
“Hot Harley” (with roast beef, provolone and Tabasco) to cold options like the “Vinnie
J” ( featuring ham, bologna, salami and pepperoncinis).
Several members of the Dallas Observer editorial staff have
their own standing order on file here because, unlike Subway, Which Wich? and Great
American Hero, P.D. Johnson’s delivers. They’ll even bring you a damn hot dog. And while it’s no Big D’s Dog (R.I.P.), it’s hard to complain about quality
when you’re lying shirtless on your couch, devouring a 7 inch, all beef wiener (what?)
like a drunken David Hasselhoff.
However, you must physically visit P.D. Johnson’s to bask in
one of their more abundant resources: young
attire. Maybe a P.D. Johnson’s sandwich is the perfect post-workout meal, or
maybe these comely young babes just don’t want to get Spicy Johnson juice on
their school clothes, but either way, you will almost always encounter a small
pack of them when dining here, so be warned.
