Tiny little joint where you are expected to know what you want and how to order. I learned that quickly by the two people in front of me *goshdarn* it up and pissing off the Soup Nazi. When it was my turn I went all Costanza on it.
This has had me chuckling all day. I didn't really mean to throw you under the bus, but now that I think back it was very much like that.
They've been in business for 70 years and they sell: Hot dogs, polish, and hot links. The *goshdarn* condiments are over there, and you figure that *feces* out on your own.
It's not brain science, and it sure as hell isn't 'Fine Dining'. It's lunch, or a quick supper.
Once you get the hang of it, you are definitely in. There are off menu items as well, which can vary by location. The Hayweird one always had breakfast and linguica, and Union City/Fremont had chorizo.
I don't do any type of open face sand wedges
I'm with you there, and the chili just wasn't that good.
I usually did just a couple of dawgs with kraut and mustard, or maybe a hot link to mix things up.
What I always thought was kind of neat about the place was that there isn't any really recommended way to do it, unlike Nathan's in New York where there's no ketchup or tomatoes anywhere in sight.
I'm curious: Was it busy? Back in the day, if you went between 11 and 1, lines could be out the door, at any location.
I seriously did get a quick lesson in what not to do (to really piss off the hot dog lady) from the two in front of me.
But my order was pretty simple anyway. I could tell she was pleased after dealing with the previous two.
Surprisingly it wasn't that busy.
