The Return of Brandi's Famous Hotdogs

Yesterday, we had lunch at Brandi's Famous Hotdogs (formerly known as Betty's Famous Hotdogs).

It is treat to go there. To keep visits to the ER Cardiac Unit at a minimum, I keep Brandi's a minimum. Her hotdogs all have spicy chili and her customers are a show.

When you enter you are faced with a sign as you open the door "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service". That tells you they are trying to keep out the rift-raft... I think Ruth Crisp's Steak House should follow suit.

Last time I was in it looke as if Brandi might be pregnant. But she still wore short shorts and a very low-cut. This time Brandi wasn't there, but on the cashier was a sign with a freshly born baby's picture saying, "IT'S A GIRL!"

The next table over from us was a big heavy set man with what looked like his wife but older. Her face was battered. She had blac keyes, strips of tape on each side of her nose, like holding it up, and several other bandages.

What they ordered in hotdogs, hamburgers, onion rings, and French fries took up thier whole table.

It is always interesting at Brandi's.