Brian A.
Yelp
It's funny, because I was on my way to Brayz with a foreign friend. I figured I'd take him to a real junky slider place, for that "Americana" experience he craves.
On the way there, he noted a business that had a "Z" at the end of the name to pluralize it. I told him "Ah, that's a common thing--but any place that pluralizes with a "Z" like Burgerz and Thingz is bound to fail. They never last."
Then the great irony struck me: We were on our way to Brayz, which has been in Hazel Park for approximately 1,300 years.
Caveat: I know it hasn't always been "Brayz". But whatever, it was a good intro.
Anywayz:
Brayz is a Wednesday standby. You cannot go wrong with $1 cheeseburgerz..err cheeseburgers. The place is absolutely full of character. Sometimes your burgers are fried up by an eternally 11-month pregnant young redhead with a huge smile, sometimes they're slapped on your plate by a vaguely loud Greek-ish guy, and yet other times they're served up by people who look as if they have seen better...decades. No matter who is frying them up, they're consistently delicious; a greasy patty, a greasy bun, greasy onions, and a couple of slices of fresh and crunchy pickle. Put on your own ketchup and mustard, ya bum.
There's nothing of note on the menu other than the burgers. One of my sons gets a BLT when I bring them up here, and it's usually met with a scowl because, well goddammit, who likes making bacon at a burger joint? Still, the bacon is crisp and he always eats the whole thing, so... who knows?
The Belly Buster is a better Big Mac. If Kraft 1000 island excites you and you want it all over your face and in your belly, by all means order this beast. It's what you crave.
I love Brayz. It's close to my house, it's super cheap, it's stinky and charming and rude and rough and delicious and terrible. It's my kind of place. It's just like me.
Cash only!