What Bob refers to is that when I took him out on the Palm Beach Princess we had a dinner fit for a King. We were stuffed. After coffee we walked into the lounge for a Coke and that's when Bob's eyes popped out when he saw the grill behind the bar and ordered one. I mean, really, we just finished eating. <g> Later that evening we stopped in the Olive Garden for some spago; again, full to the gills. As Bob was getting in his car to return to Orlando he said he was going to stop at the first HOT DOG place on the way. I'm going to open a JB's HOT DOG stand in Belgium and probably make a fortune. <g>

JB