For home-style breakfast, try Toast and Roast Cafe

 

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In my quest to try and hit as many eateries in Niagara County as I can, Donna (my wife), Ed (my buddy) and I popped into the Toast and Roast Cafe for breakfast one Saturday. They have an ample parking lot and we had no trouble getting a place by the door. When we entered I noticed how fresh and clean the place looked. They also had memes posted on all the walls.

This quaint little place is near the intersection of Military Road and Saunders Settlement Road. The atmosphere is homey and comfortable. The diner is very small, maybe 15 tables and a counter and they serve breakfast all day and lunch.

We grabbed a table by the door and Michele came over to take our drink order. Donna had water with lemon, Ed had his usual coffee ($2) and I opted for a Pepsi ($2.25).

They have a rather limited menu so it wasn’t hard to select our meal. When Michele came back, we told her we needed separate checks and she didn’t flinch. Sometimes it is a problem to get severs to separate the meals for you.

Donna ordered a #4, 2 eggs and toast and homefries ($5.95). When Michele asked how she wanted her eggs cooked, Donna told her poached and put them on the toast. Michele informed her they don’t do poached. Who doesn’t do poached? Michele said they could have them basted. We had never heard of “basted eggs” so Michele explained they cook it under a metal cover. She said it was like poached so Donna selected this way. Ed picked the #8. A bacon and cheese omelet with homefries (8.75). I picked a #4, 2 eggs, over easy, homefries and toast ($5.95).

Our meals arrived rather quickly and Michele even brought ketchup and hot sauce. The one thing I was missing was a “set up”, a placemat, napkin and silverware. She corrected this quickly and we all dug in to breakfast.

Ed pronounced his omelet delicious and that it had a good amount of bacon in it. He also said his coffee was good. My eggs were fine but the homefries were definitely not homemade. They were like uniformly sized, short, fat French fries. I thought they even seemed deep fat fried and were a bit crisp for my liking. My toast was thicker than most but it was so lightly buttered that I could not tell which side the butter was on. There was plenty of grape jelly packets table side though. Grape jelly is my favorite. Donna’s basted eggs weren’t at all like poached eggs and her yolks weren’t soft, more like medium.  Donna loves having runny yolks that she can soak up with her toast.

Like most small local diners, the staff and the customers seemed to know each other and engaged in small talk and chit chat. It looked like they had a number of regulars.

The bills arrived just as we were finishing our meal and when we looked at them we noticed neither the prices nor the totals were on them. They just listed what we had for breakfast.  Off they went to get this error corrected. I joked with Michele saying that I thought maybe breakfast was free.

Open daily, Monday thru Saturday 6:30am till 2:00pm and Sunday 8:00am till 1:00pm.
Takeout available.
Phone 716-297-4172

I give them 7 out of 10 spoons.

Previously published in the Niagara Gazette.

Cheap Junk

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No matter what anybody says, the decline of American manufacturing won’t be reversed by tariffs on steel and aluminum. I think there is more to this issue than just industrial metals. Possibly the largest economic problem America faces is the decades long onslaught of cheap crap. The reason we don’t have nice things in America in 2018 is that we don’t buy them. We want whatever we want for the cheapest price possible, quality be dammed.

Consider the last pair of socks you bought. They were most likely made overseas. Getting them on your feet was a difficult as it is to grasp a shadow and then you couldn’t get over the sensation that your socks were painted on. They most likely got a hole in them after being worn a few times. But who could refuse a deal like 12 pairs of socks for $12 with free shipping?

It is almost impossible to buy a pair of   jeans made in this country, and the ones that are made in the United States are made with foreign made denim. The last American denim mill, Cone Mills’s White Oak Plant in Greensboro, North Carolina shut down in December 31, 2017.  This was the last denim mill in the United States.

Most $30 jeans won’t last very long. It is ridiculous that this happens in the country that produced blue jeans for the world. Levi Strauss is rolling over in his grave. Denim jeans were invented when a woman asked Jacob W. Davis, a tailor from Nevada for a pair of durable and strong pants for her husband to chop wood. When Davis was finishing up making the denim jeans, he spied some small copper rivets that were lying on a table He used the rivets to attach the pockets.

In Michigan a small business that was building guitars according to old-fashioned methods, by hand was recently bought by a group of venture capitalists. The new owners fired most of the workers and instructed that their “handmade” guitars were to be built with computer controlled machinery. They spent several million dollars converting the factory into a tourist “experience” and connected with Rolling Stone LLC to, and I quote, “incorporate a wealth of music and pop culture into the renovation,” whatever that means. Heritage Guitar used to be a place where skilled tradesmen made beautiful objects. Now it’s going to be one more destination where tourists can watch screen exhibits, eat bad overpriced meals and buy officially licensed T-shirts.

Examples like this are all over. Appliances can now do 100 different things. They tell you what time it is, glow a luminous blue, allow you to write downloadable shopping lists into them, everything except what they are meant to do. Try to figure out how to make coffee after the LED screen goes out on an expensive coffee maker and you will be glad you own an old-fashioned percolator. Yes, it does not play music or give you the current sports scores but it makes a damn good cup of coffee. It will serve for as long as I need.

Most Americans seem to prefer to have junk. When they are given a choice between buying a few slightly expensive items and buying replaceable crap and getting free shipping, people frequently go the free shipping route. Spending a bit more money initially the only way to avoid the cheap stuff problem. I always advise people to buy the most expensive things they can. Buying cheap stuff over and over that breaks ultimately costs more than buying quality products.

It might be hard to buy jeans that will last very long, but you can get five of them today for about the same percentage of your wages that one pair would have cost in 1950. Just because cheap goods are constructed of inexpensive material by people in Southeast Asia who are paid slave wages is none of your concern.

I think the initial step to resolve this problem is to discontinue the agreements where it’s easy for companies to utilize cheap foreign labor. This doesn’t automatically mean tariffs. If legislation was written that required American corporations doing business overseas adhere to the exact same labor standards they have to if they were manufacturing things here, companies could decide that having a unionized workforce in Ohio is not really a bad thing after all.

But by increasing labor costs, prices would go up, people will buy fewer things. If you’re purchasing fewer socks that will last longer, or you’re buying a toaster that costs slightly more, you’re going to insist on quality. Companies will have to deliver.

Finally, I feel it’s absolutely necessary to boycott corporations  whose business model depends on a strategy of planned obsolescence. There is no reason that a telephone could not be manufactured to last 15 or 20 years. The corded landline in my house works fine. Our great-grandchildren will say thank you when they do not inhabit a world that looks like Pixar’s Wall-E because we felt the need to throw our “outdated” gadgets in the landfills every other year.

 

No more sweating the small things.

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As I hit my seventies and suspect the number of years I have left here on planet Earth is probably a single digit, I have discovered a number of things. One of them is that fewer things irritate me.

I used to hate mimes. Now, I couldn’t care less. I don’t see a big call for mimes nowadays, so personally I don’t think it is a very good career choice. If a mime wants to waste his time pretending he can’t talk or hear and is locked in an invisible box, it is his choice. I can name all the mimes I know on just one finger: Marcel Marceau. The only way a mime can irritate me is if she blocks my way, but that’s less about her being a mime and more about her just being in my way.

Spending six bucks for a cup of coffee doesn’t bother me anymore, I just don’t buy it. When I think back, I can’t believe how much money I wasted on this hot, brown liquid. Surely there were better things I could have spent my hard-earned money on. I figure there must be a lot of money to be made selling coffee in this day and age, as evidenced by the number of Starbucks, Tim Horton’s and Dunkin’ Donuts stores around.
People don’t annoy me as much any more. They used to, but I have learned to turn and walk away. There is no reason to let someone else raise my blood pressure; I realize that arguing is senseless. As long as I know I am right, I don’t have to prove it to anyone else. Sometimes silence is the best rebuttal.
Internet trolls used to irk me, but now they don’t. If they have the time to read an article like this one in its entirety and then spend more time composing a comment to let me know that reading my post was a big waste of their time, that my opinion was wrong and that I am an idiot for posting it, I feel sorry for them. I now see the humor in their derogatory responses, and I admit I will sometimes post a passive-aggressive reply just to fan the flames. Yes, this is just the opposite of walking away, but I am entitled to have some fun.
People telling me to have a nice day used to bug me. OK, having someone tell me to have a nice day is acceptable, but I don’t need it regurgitated at me as company policy. It is much better if the sentiment is heartfelt. These days I try to get ahead of every clerk, cashier and server and tell them to have a nice day before they drop this plastic sentiment on me. I have gotten quite good at discerning when someone is going to say this to me and have made it my own personal game of verbal one-upmanship to beat them to the draw.
It used to irritate me when someone stayed angry with me. I finally figured out this was their way of trying to maintain control over me. Now I will take responsibility for my actions and apologize if I have wronged or hurt someone. I will offer to make it right, but if they hold a grudge past that, I no longer have the time to worry about it. I’ve had a lifetime of drama already. It will probably eat at them longer than I will be around. In my mind, the problem has been resolved and the kerfuffle associated with it will have taken off like an arsonist from a fire.
Aggressive drivers no longer annoy me. If I have someone sitting on my rear bumper, I will purposely slow down and let them pass. Obviously their time is more important than mine. During the winter, I used to tell Thruway drivers, “See you in the ditch” as they sped by — and on more than one occasion I was right. I never realized I was doing this until I was driving with my daughter in the winter one day, someone flew by us and she said, “See you in the ditch.” My jaw hit the floor. She said she had learned this from me. Oh well, there are worse things she could have learned from me.

Telemarketers who “spoof” their phone numbers used to rub me the wrong way, but I have learned how to have fun with them, too. I sometimes tell them they are “on the air” and ask whether they know the radio KRZY word of the day. Occasionally, I will ask if they are calling about my lost dog. I seldom get this all out before I hear a dial tone.
Once I even told a spammer I had to put him on hold, then I put the phone down on my end table, went to my kitchen and had lunch. When I got back he had hung up. I think this is more effective than asking to be put on a “Do Not Call” list because, once burned, they seldom call back.
In short, I no longer sweat the small things, and this has made my life a whole lot easier.
But as I look at it now, most things are small things.

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