Coney Island. Johnny couldn't get over that he'd at least been situated in the states, he'd kind of been worried he'd land himself in Honduras or India... though Jersey might have sucked, too.
He had an ice cream cone in one hand and cotton candy in the other, wandering around alone but not really on purpose. He'd tried to hit on a couple of girls but mostly got 'Buzz off old man' and 'Ew, don't think so, jerkface'. He'd really taken for granted how much of his charm was from fame. It was a pretty unwelcome lesson.
At least the food was good and no sea birds had landed a hit yet.