hole in the wall burger joint

anonymous asked:

I work at a small hole in the wall burger joint. I took some food out and told them the rest would be up in a second and went back to the register. Two seconds later the guy whistles to get our attention, I went to his table and told him if he needs to get the server's attention he can refer to us as ma'am or Miss and that we are not dogs for him to whistle at. His wife handled the rest of the interactions with us.

anonymous asked:

What do you think Peter and Johnny's relationship is like?

Oh! I like this ask!

  • Johnny will randomly call Peter ‘kid’ or ‘kiddo’ a few times ‘squirt’ and ‘short stuff’, and it drives Peter crazy, which is why Johnny does it. Johnny normally only calls Peter these things while they are in civvies, but one time Johnny called Spidey ‘short stack’ in front of all the Avengers and Fantastic Four.  
  • For the rest of the night, everyone referred to Spiderman as ‘short stack’, (which is usually in reference to a short woman) and Peter felt any smidgen of respect that he used to have, vanish after that night. (Clint still calls Peter ‘short stack’
  • Johnny found himself webbed to his bed the next morning. And Sue didn’t even help him out. (He ended up having to burn them off, and in the process, he ruined his favorite sheets…stupid Peter)
  • The two boys are competitive. They race around the city, have eating contests, see who can beat up the most baddies, have video game marathons, and even have wrestling contests every once and a while (Peter isn’t allowed to use his spider strength)
  • Peter is pretty much oblivious to how protective Johnny is of him. When he shows up with a split lip or a black eye Johnny always feels himself starting to burn with a need to punch the person responsible. So don’t let Johnny see Peter with broken bones because he will find the person who did the breaking… 
  • Peter gets pretty angry if anyone every extinguishes Johnny’s fire. “That isn’t allowed!” Most the time Johnny doesn’t really get hurt, because no one can touch him. But whenever it does happen…watch out for Spiderman, cuze he is coming after you…
  • Peter and Johnny have a favorite burger joint that is a hole in the wall tiny place that pretty much no one knows about, they go there pretty often. Peter dips his fries in his milkshakes. Johnny is disgusted. “How could you do that to your poor fries!?” “No, Johnny just try it! It’s good I swear!” 
  • Pinky promises are a sacred thing within their relationship. You do not break a pinky promise. That would be unspeakable. (Sue has a picture of Peter with his mask off, Johnny still in his FF uniform, giving each other a pinky promise on top of a building. The boys don’t know Sue took the photo)
  • Johnny loves Aunt May. Johnny has gone to May for advice, and sometimes he’ll go over to the Parker house before Peter gets back from school just so that he can hang with Aunt May for an hour or two. (This boy needs all the parenting he can get) 
  • Peter and Johnny have quite a bit of sleep overs. Some over at Peter’s house watching cheesy monster movies and eating cookies that they baked with Aunt May before hand, and then falling asleep tangled together on the couch. (Aunt May has many pictures of this) (She and Sue trade photos)
  • Other sleep overs are at Johnny’s, usually after a patrol or a rough night. They prank Ben and make a mess of things (many food fights have happened in Sue’s kitchen and she is going to kill them) 
  • Peter is in love with Johnny’s bed…He wants to marry Johnny’s bed. It is a California king sized bed, with the softest sheets and fuzzy blankets and fluffy pillows and Peter always insists, that he has to sleep on it with Johnny. 
  • Peter is a blanket hog and his feet are always freezing, Johnny has told him that a billion times. Peter always comes back saying Johnny snores and Johnny scoffs looking offended at such a notion and walks away from a laughing Peter. 
  • Peter is a heat leech (as Johnny would say) He is always all grabby with Johnny stealing Johnny’s body heat and calling him a ‘space heater’ or ‘heated blanket’. Johnny is not amused. 

These two are best buds, so there is a bunch more I am leaving out (piggy back rides, stealing each other’s clothes, pranking one another, saving each other’s lives, sharing body heat when they are teleported to Alaska, long and elaborate handshakes that confuse Reed every time, camping trips and catching fireflies, Peter trying to teach Johnny science stuff and Johnny putting his hands over his ears and singing ‘la la la la’, Johnny buying Peter that big fuzzy sweatshirt he was looking at as a surprise, Peter coming over with pizza to cheer Johnny up) and so much more. 

Seriously some of the best food comes from hole in The wall joints. I got off work at 4:30am.
Was hungry as hell, but my boss had told me of this place thats 24 hours nearby in a gas station. A Taco place that also does burger and fries.
MAAAAN let me tell you, those fries were amazing(I am a fry connoisseur🍟) and tacos were so great. REALLLY hit the spot.

Theirs just something off touch with reality when you’re sitting in a gas station at 4 something AM by yourself, and your eating such hearty food.

A perfect date spot haha.

4:57 am~

there already has to be like a reddit thread or at least something on here where people discuss the very very specific feelings they get when they listen to certain bands.
Like that last post I reblogged that talked about how VW weekend made them feel, and how for me it makes me feel like walking along a small east coast beach in a vintage swimsuit and parasol

Hozier always makes me feel like living in a cabin in the Irish countryside, raising a small garden and sheep and occasionally having strange interactions with fae.

 old Muse songs makes me feel like I’m in the middle of “V for Vendetta” 

a lot of gorillaz songs tend to make me feel like im sitting in a booth at a hole-in-the-wall chinese food/burger joint with bad fluorescent lighting at like midnight and no ones in there except the waitress at the counter

The Killers makes me feel like I’m driving an old beat up Chevy through rural Nevada while the radio comes and goes through static and its a clear night and you can see all the stars and the moon is almost full

soulmates tbh

For Heathyr’s prompt here. Soulmates AU where mates have matching birthmarks from birth.

[also on a03]

Derek glances at the folder Peter’s handed him. “What is this?”

Peter smirks and Derek flips it open and feels his heart sink when he sees a stack of dossiers, various men and women, describing their careers, hobbies, and all of them with close-up photographs of what seem to be an identical mate-mark to the raven dotting Derek’s collarbone.

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate. 

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Whoopi Goldburger, Tokyo

Move over, Wahlburger… Whoopi’s bringing the beef to Tokyo!

I only just discovered this little hole-in-the-wall burger joint that’s been operating in Shibuya for the last three years…

W.P.G.B. = Whoopi Goldburger, which is the name of the restaurant and also their namesake cheeseburger…

Once you get past the corny name and funny wall doodles that greet you as you enter, you’ll find out the burgers in this place are definitely no joke!

Only 12 people can squeeze around the narrow counter that frames the kitchen and bar…

While the menu is all in Japanese, the burger illustrations make it pretty clear what’s on each one…

I went with the Kevin Bacon Burger…

Which is a Whoopi Goldburger (cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, special sauce) topped with… you guessed it… bacon!

All their bacon is made in-house and smoked, and it is pretty damn delicious, I must say!

Truth be told, this was a pretty fantastic burger! The peppery seasonings they use in the beef patty, the super fresh vegetables, the lightly grilled onions and the tangy mustard-based sauce all came together for one of my favorite burger eating experiences in Tokyo in recent memory!

And the puns on buns don’t stop at Whoopi and Kevin either. Next time I go, and there will DEFINITELY be a next time, I want to try the Steven Soderburger, topped with chili, or the Charlotte Gainsburger, which is a triple patty cheeseburger.

Whoopi’s won an Academy Award, Emmy Award, Grammy Award and Tony Award… and now finally she can add “Burger Joint” to her list of proudest accomplishments!


1-9-4 Shibuya, 1F

Shibuya-ku, Tokyo



Okay, so this is not my best work, but this idea came to me and the whiskey made me write it.

Title: In Another Life

Word Count: 2031

Summary: AU. What if Dean wasn’t the one with the scars? Would he have the stability to help someone put themselves back together?

Dean breathed in deep and looked around the crowded baseball stadium. He hadn’t been able to convince Sam to come to the baseball stadium with him, but he was determined to have a good time. He and John had done this every year for the Fourth of July, until his dad passed away from a heart attack a few months back. Mary had offered to go to the ball park with him, but Dean knew she would enjoy shooting off fireworks with Sam, Jess, and the twins. That was her comfort after losing John.
He looked down where he and his dad usually sat; his seat was open, but, standing at the top of the steps for that section, Dean noticed a girl sitting in his father’s seat. Tilting his head to one side, Dean frowned and took his beer and two hot dogs down to the appropriate section and seat.
“Excuse me, but that seat … Well, it’s not taken, but I don’t think …” Dean stumbled out trying to explain that the seat was supposed to be open so he could think about his dad and think about the memories they had built in this ballpark over the years.
The girl turned towards him. Her long hair was stitched into a careful braid, and topped with a trucker hat that sported the hometown team’s logo on the front. She wore a simple tank top and cutoff shorts.
“I’m sorry,” she winced. “I wasn’t necessarily planning on coming today, but this was the best seat in the house – well, second best.”
Dean sat down where she had motioned to when correcting herself. “Yeah, that’s why my dad picked these seats. Then gave me this one.”
“Is this supposed to his seat?”
He paused. “Yeah, it’s supposed to be, but he’s not going to make it.”
He’s not going to make it. The exact words the doctors had used when telling the Winchester family that John wasn’t going to survive the heart attack, despite the doctors doing everything they could.
She pursed her lips together. “I can move. I’ll find a different seat. I wasn’t supposed to be here, actually –”
Something about the way she said that made Dean stop her. “No, it’s all right. Are you here alone?”
She held up her plastic cup. “Just me and Bud.”
He chuckled, tapping his own beer against her. “Cheers. I’m Dean.”
“Avalee,” she returned. “Are you staying for the fireworks?”
Dean confirmed that he was, indeed, staying for the fireworks. His family had assured him that he would be missed, but knew he needed this day to remember his father. They had been so close, and John had always told Dean how proud of him he was for the things he had done – Little League games and high school football. The same for Sam, although Sam and Mary had always been closer than Sam and John. At any rate, he didn’t want to drag down the spirit of the holiday for his family with his memories of what used to be – especially for his niece and nephew.
Avalee kept him smiling through the whole game. He really wasn’t quite sure what it was, but sitting next to her, heckling the umpire and cheering on the home team, made what Dean thought would be a sad day to one of the best times he’d had at a ball game. She knew about the game and the players, not to mention, she matched him beer for beer. They both stood up from their seats with the rest of the stadium-goers when the game went into ten and then eleven innings, and when the home team finally took the win, they jumped up and down and hugged each other.
Almost without thinking, Dean put an arm around Avalee as the fireworks started. As though it were reflex, Avalee maneuvered in front of him and leaned back against his chest. Dean had known this girl for only a few hours, but he didn’t want this to be the last time he saw her.
“Hey, are you still up for going out? Doesn’t have to be crazy. I know a great hole-in-the-wall taco place …” he offered.
Avalee seemed to consider his offer. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
They held hands out to the parking lot, and Dean offered to drive them to the burger joint and bring Avalee back to her car after they ate. She accepted and slid into the front seat of the 1967 Impala that John had left to Dean after he passed away.
“This is an amazing car,” Avalee breathed. She pointed to a tattered photograph on the dash. “Is that you and your dad?”
“Yeah,” Dean confirmed. “I was about four there, I think. He let me sit on his lap and steer the whole way down the block.”
Avalee smiled. “Sounds like he’s a pretty good guy.”
“Yeah, he was.” Dean realized that up to that point, he hadn’t told Avalee anything personal. Maybe this was the time to start that. “He passed away a few months ago. Heart attack. We used to come to the Fourth of July game every year, just the two of us.”
Realization washed over Avalee’s pretty features. “I was sitting in his seat, wasn’t I? Dean, I’m sorry. I wish you would have said something.”
Dean shook his head. “Spending the game with you was way better than spending it on my own.”
He watched her try to fight a shy smile as he directed the car toward the burger joint. Avalee asked him to tell her more stories about John, if he wanted. Dean was happy to oblige.
“He sounds like he was a really amazing guy,” she said, crumpling up her napkin and dropping it onto her empty plate. “Did he bring you here often?”
“No, I found this place on my own.”
“Good. I ruined your seats at the stadium, I wouldn’t want to ruin your burger joint, too.”
Dean chuckled. “Actually, I was thinking maybe this could be our burger joint.”
Avalee’s face fell for a moment, then she smiled and chugged down the rest of her beer. “I’d like that.”
Back at the stadium parking lot, Dean pulled up next to Avalee’s car. “Thanks for coming out with me. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Avalee took a deep breath. “I don’t want to sound forward when I say this, and, please, don’t assume the worst of me. I’m going to ask you something I’ve never asked a guy after a first … meeting or date or whatever this was – would you want to come back to my place?”
Dean hesitated. Avalee was beautiful and he certainly wanted to spend more time with her, but did he really want to rush things? Still, the pleading in her eyes tugged at his heartstrings, and Dean knew he wouldn’t say no if his life depended on it.
He followed her back to her apartment, noticing her hands shake with nerves as she unlocked the door. She dropped her bag by the door and turned on a couple of lights while Dean looked around.
“Do you want something to drink or anything?” Avalee offered, wringing her hands.
Dean Winchester had been with his fair share of women, but something about this one, nervous and bold at the same time, got to him. He wanted to take a hold of her and never let her go. He stepped toe to toe with her and put his hands on her hips.
“Avalee,” he started, his voice low and rough. “Do you want me to leave?”
She looked up at him from under the brim of her baseball cap and shook her head. “No.”
“Nothing’s going to happen that you’re not comfortable with. I’m not assuming the worst at all, but I know you didn’t just ask me back here for a drink.”
She swallowed hard. “I didn’t. I just, uh, didn’t want the night to end, and then suddenly, maybe I did want a little more.”
He smiled. “Same here. Will it make you more nervous if I kiss you?”
Another gulp. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay. I’m just going to take this cap off for you so that –”
“No!” Avalee squealed out. She nearly jumped away from him, retreating into the small kitchen. Dean followed her in and noticed that her cheeks were a bright pink. “I’m sorry for that.”
“Maybe I should go.”
“Please don’t,” Avalee begged.
“We will see each other again,” Dean assured. “But if you don’t even want me to take your ball cap off …”
“It’s not that simple, actually.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “All right. Then why don’t you explain it to me?”
She stood with her back to the wall and wiped at a traitorous tear falling down her cheek. After closing her eyes for a few moments and taking some deep breaths, she looked straight at him. Pulling the cap off her head, she slowly turned to face to the right, revealing a significant, curved scar on the side of her head.
Dean sucked in a breath. “What happened to you, Avalee?”
The tears fell, but her voice was steady. “Drunk driver in a truck way bigger than my car t-boned me at an intersection. My skull cracked, and I had a brain bleed. It could have been a lot worse, really, but they had to do some extensive surgery to stop the bleed, then go back in when some complications come up. I’ve realized since then that I’ve got to live life to its fullest, so I’ve been doing all these things that I never got to do or that scare me a little.”
“Like baseball games on the Fourth of July, and taking home a guy you just met,” Dean surmised.
She nodded. “But Dean, it wasn’t like it could have been just any guy. I didn’t go to that game hoping to find a guy and bring him home. I just wanted to watch some baseball and fireworks. You just happened.” A short pause to wipe some tears. “I still have bad days. I get moody, or I forget things, or I can’t finish a sentence. I’m still kind of a mess. And the scar, that’s really awful. I never go out unless I’ve got on a ball cap or some kind of covering to hide it. I really like you, and I don’t want to hide anything from you.”
He took a few steps and again put his hands on her hips. He pushed the hair away from her face, trailing his fingers down her braid. “You’re beautiful.”
Avalee cried a little harder. For all the time she thought no one would love her with such scars, here was a man right in front of her who at least thought she was beautiful. When he repeated the words as he ran his fingers over the scar, she couldn’t help but kiss him.
The next morning, when she woke up and remembered everything about the night before, including the man sleeping nude beside her, Avalee had to smile. She had made the right choice. There were no regrets about this. Dean stirred and stretched, looking over to her with a smile and tugging her close to him.
“I’m going to my mom’s for lunch today,” he told her as she found her underwear and Dean’s shirt to pull on and make coffee. “Why don’t you come with me?”
She snorted. “You want to take your one night stand home?”
Dean shook his head. “I want to take the girl I just started seeing home to meet my family.”
Avalee gave a small nod. “Okay.”
They spent the morning together, Avalee getting ready first, then going to Dean’s with him so he could clean up and change. As lunch time neared, she grew more and more nervous about meeting the rest of the Winchester clan, but Dean assured her they would all get along just fine.
When they left from Dean’s house to his mother’s, Avalee left her ball cap on his kitchen counter. Maybe she didn’t need it anymore.