WHITEFISH, MONTANA—A local man’s hopes for a hearty breakfast were dashed Friday morning when he was met with a series of culinary disappointments at the Buffalo Café. Though the pancakes arrived in an appealing shade of golden brown, the joy was short-lived as he discovered the butter—a collection of cold, unspreadable pellets—rendered useless upon arrival. To make matters worse, the stack had been arranged in a confounding order, with the smallest cake hidden beneath its larger brethren, throwing the entire cutting process into disarray.
The eggs, though edible, were wetter than ideal, and while the syrup performed its duty, its lack of warmth left something to be desired. However, the coffee—strong and well-bodied—was a rare triumph in an otherwise troubled meal. At $17.24 for the full spread, the outing was not without merit, but left our diner with one burning question: Must a man always fight for proper butter?
