Monday, August 13, 2007

Niagara Café

Hanging with a friend of mine yesterday, and both hungry, we decided to get something to eat but with the stipulation to get it from a place we wouldn’t otherwise go to. From there we found the Niagara Café which, hell if I knew, is a Puerto Rican restaurant.

And, come to find out, I guess the Puerto Ricans don’t eat burritos. But this actually turned out to be a sweet deal. We split a dish of pulled pork—suggested by the young guy in front of us—yellow rice, a cup of soup and a side of chips—which yet another surprise to me weren’t like the tortilla chips I knew, but were more like mini pita breads (I’ve got an expansive dietary vocabulary). And despite my hangover, everything was a surprising treat (see previous parenthetical comment).

Even though this action would go in contrast to my not liking to dine out, it wasn’t like I spent a minimum wager worker’s weekly paycheck for the damn thing. It only came to $7 apiece. And, even more enjoyable, it wasn’t the same old thing I’d always order (and yes, sadly, I would have probably gone with a burrito if they had them), but it was also in one of Buffalo many neighborhoods that are largely and unfairly avoided, even by Elmwood crowd, because of a misconception of some sort of danger lurking on every corner in that part of town (as though Elmwood itself is a safe haven). How quickly we are to close off our options.

And that’s speaking of more than just our comestible options.

Still, even that said, having been back now for almost three full months I have yet to get a Wegman’s Sub, ordered meatloaf from Hardware, or even eaten a chicken wing from Buffalo. I guess I still have some work to do even in the arena of the same-old, same-old.

2 comments:

D. Thomas Magee said...

i believe i found a grammatical error sir.

(as though Elmwood itself if a safe haven).

i guess i can let it slide, being that along with the obviously minor error i haven't a clue as to what comestible means.

naitrey said...

Problem solved.