golden beetle
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The Beaverkill Angler is expanding into the vacant space where, about 10 years ago, I discovered a small sandwich shop and cafe called Buffalo
Zach's.
Buffalo Zach's left that little space, and reopened shop two doors down from their original, smaller location. Still next to the Beaverkill Angler, just now adjacent on the other side, in a huge retail space on the corner of Stewart Avenue...
Buffalo Zach's is closed. A sign out front says that its closed for kitchen repairs, but who knows...
Peter, who started the business, still pays the rent and lives in the upstairs apartment.
The garbage from months ago is still in the outside trash bins on the deck. Some old coffee cups hold the plastic doors to the bins open, leaving you to wonder who had the last cup, and if a cup of yours is in their somewhere...
Perhaps I dropped by November 2012 for my last visit there...
Peter told me a month ago that he's moving to Colorado.
I've heard that he is moving into a 24 million dollar estate...
I didn't hear that from Peter directly... In fact, most of the stuff in here is just rumor, hearsay and speculation. Consider this tabloid journalism.
The Sun Times and the Sasquatch.
But Peter has told me that he has significant real estate holdings.
I've also heard that Peter lost some money investing in Iraqi currency.
He may have been defrauded by a currency broker, who knows.
Peter had a fondness for dogs, and named his café after his labrador retriever. For all I know, he may have been shut down by a local: a coyote hunting, dog shootin' health inspector.
Or just grown tired with life in the small town of Roscoe, struggling to pay employees through the off-season when other seasonal businesses close shop.
Lots of strange tales of Buffalo Zach's...
Maybe Peter was like Howard Hughes. He came to Roscoe with a dream, and made it happen. He decorated his restaurant with Native American motifs, in a land populated by notoriously backward and ignorant bobcat trappers, drunk drivers and fly fishermen.
Word is that Peter installed cameras all around the restaurant, indoors and out, and communicated with his employees with walkee-talkees. A reliable source says that when he was ordering coffee from an employee in the morning, Peter would say hello to him over the server's walkee-talkee...
Strange tales abound...
A former Zach's manager - I forget his name - once told me on the downlow that there were 20 inch brookies in the Willowemoc... Right under the overpass on Stewart Avenue across from Route 17.
I fished that spot for days and never got a 20 incher... Never got a bite...
When you get a chance, take a look at Zach's automatically generated Facebook page.
Lots of cartoon penises on there, most likely drawn by disgruntled employees...
Pictures of dirty wash towels hanging in the kitchen...
Its worth a look...
But consider this the more fitting eulogy.
And while I now take my morning dumps at the diner, I will miss the Zach's crapper and 3 dollar cup of coffee.
Small cost for a shit and cup of Joe, as Roscoe feels like a ghost town without it.
Zach's.
Buffalo Zach's left that little space, and reopened shop two doors down from their original, smaller location. Still next to the Beaverkill Angler, just now adjacent on the other side, in a huge retail space on the corner of Stewart Avenue...
Buffalo Zach's is closed. A sign out front says that its closed for kitchen repairs, but who knows...
Peter, who started the business, still pays the rent and lives in the upstairs apartment.
The garbage from months ago is still in the outside trash bins on the deck. Some old coffee cups hold the plastic doors to the bins open, leaving you to wonder who had the last cup, and if a cup of yours is in their somewhere...
Perhaps I dropped by November 2012 for my last visit there...
Peter told me a month ago that he's moving to Colorado.
I've heard that he is moving into a 24 million dollar estate...
I didn't hear that from Peter directly... In fact, most of the stuff in here is just rumor, hearsay and speculation. Consider this tabloid journalism.
The Sun Times and the Sasquatch.
But Peter has told me that he has significant real estate holdings.
I've also heard that Peter lost some money investing in Iraqi currency.
He may have been defrauded by a currency broker, who knows.
Peter had a fondness for dogs, and named his café after his labrador retriever. For all I know, he may have been shut down by a local: a coyote hunting, dog shootin' health inspector.
Or just grown tired with life in the small town of Roscoe, struggling to pay employees through the off-season when other seasonal businesses close shop.
Lots of strange tales of Buffalo Zach's...
Maybe Peter was like Howard Hughes. He came to Roscoe with a dream, and made it happen. He decorated his restaurant with Native American motifs, in a land populated by notoriously backward and ignorant bobcat trappers, drunk drivers and fly fishermen.
Word is that Peter installed cameras all around the restaurant, indoors and out, and communicated with his employees with walkee-talkees. A reliable source says that when he was ordering coffee from an employee in the morning, Peter would say hello to him over the server's walkee-talkee...
Strange tales abound...
A former Zach's manager - I forget his name - once told me on the downlow that there were 20 inch brookies in the Willowemoc... Right under the overpass on Stewart Avenue across from Route 17.
I fished that spot for days and never got a 20 incher... Never got a bite...
When you get a chance, take a look at Zach's automatically generated Facebook page.
Lots of cartoon penises on there, most likely drawn by disgruntled employees...
Pictures of dirty wash towels hanging in the kitchen...
Its worth a look...
But consider this the more fitting eulogy.
And while I now take my morning dumps at the diner, I will miss the Zach's crapper and 3 dollar cup of coffee.
Small cost for a shit and cup of Joe, as Roscoe feels like a ghost town without it.
