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A drummer I worked with from 72-74 didn't eat meat and the only place open late in his area was Jack In The Box. He would go there and order a cheeseburger hold the meat. They would often reply "I don't know what/how to charge for that" to which he'd reply "charge me for a cheeseburger".
Here in Portland we have surprisingly few non-fastfood late night choices. I always go to a spot called Potato Champion. Poutine.
Forgot about Mel's. If I'm downtown and it's not too late, I might stop in there for something. Last time I went the service was pretty slow, though. I know most places right now are understaffed, so...my fault for going.
A lot of the places I play comp food so I eat at the venue pre-gig. Or I’ll find a spot to eat prior to set up somewhere close by. I know some people can’t eat before a gig, I have no trouble. I may go out and hang after a gig if it’s not too late but I dont eat. My ritual is sleep in a bit and have a late big breakfast the day after. Back in the day there was a pizza place across from a venue that sold slices till the wee hours. That’s hard to pass up.
I like the Iron Skillet restaurants. They have about 50 locations across the country.
Good quality food with more choices than just the typical, bland "diner" offerings.
IHOP is okay but had a reeeeeeeeeally bad experience the last time we went.
WARNING: the following anecdote is extremely disgusting and if you're squeamish, then I suggest you skip the rest of this post.
I'm not kidding.
Three very drunk guys were seated in the booth right next to ours and the one guy who was passed out face down on the table yakked up an enormous pool of toxic waste. This didn't wake him up so his buddies tried to mop up his mess with stacks of napkins but they were so drunk they only succeeded in spreading the mess all around the table and covering themselves with it.
We scurried over to another booth at the farthest corner of the restaurant but we could still smell it from 30 feet away, and even hear the guy yakking up even more of the stuff and them splashing it all around with their useless handfuls of napkins.
Our food arrived about a minute later but none of us had any kind of appetite left as we were still suppressing dry heaves, so we walked out. The drummer asked (rhetorically, I'm pretty sure) if we should try a different place or just go home.
We unanimously agreed to just go home.
That was 4 years ago, and I can't even drive by an IHOP now without remembering the horrors of that night - sight, sound, and smell.
Good quality food with more choices than just the typical, bland "diner" offerings.
IHOP is okay but had a reeeeeeeeeally bad experience the last time we went.
WARNING: the following anecdote is extremely disgusting and if you're squeamish, then I suggest you skip the rest of this post.
I'm not kidding.
Three very drunk guys were seated in the booth right next to ours and the one guy who was passed out face down on the table yakked up an enormous pool of toxic waste. This didn't wake him up so his buddies tried to mop up his mess with stacks of napkins but they were so drunk they only succeeded in spreading the mess all around the table and covering themselves with it.
We scurried over to another booth at the farthest corner of the restaurant but we could still smell it from 30 feet away, and even hear the guy yakking up even more of the stuff and them splashing it all around with their useless handfuls of napkins.
Our food arrived about a minute later but none of us had any kind of appetite left as we were still suppressing dry heaves, so we walked out. The drummer asked (rhetorically, I'm pretty sure) if we should try a different place or just go home.
We unanimously agreed to just go home.
That was 4 years ago, and I can't even drive by an IHOP now without remembering the horrors of that night - sight, sound, and smell.
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In the west island of Montreal there is a deli named Chenoy's, open 24 hours a day. It's been there for years. Back in the 70s and early 80s (when I still lived there) that was the place to go.
For my band, it's Maggio's in Southampton, PA for pizza, etc! Near our rehearsal/unloading spot.
In the mid to late 1960s it was Truck Harbour just outside Bolivar, Missouri on OLD highway 13. We would mostly get steak N egg meals with piles of hash browns and scrambled eggs. Toast and jelly and oh my!!!
So when I read the post that started out "Scattered, smothered, covered and chunked" I immediatly thought Truck Harbour - not Waffle House. But I believe these days you can get the same meal at the WF. Oh, one night our band had a pile of fives and tens and we had them in my bass case all locked up. Pull into the Harbour and here are three or four Highway Patrol cars. They were having breakfast so we took advantage of their presence. We asked if a few of them would stand guard while we divied up the stash, which we did, and we gave them all a fiver for their help. They had to believe we were honest young men as we were wearing paisley shirts, bell bottoms, boots, and had 4" wide belts. . . . aaaaannnnd we had hair. Ahh . . . those were the days.
So when I read the post that started out "Scattered, smothered, covered and chunked" I immediatly thought Truck Harbour - not Waffle House. But I believe these days you can get the same meal at the WF. Oh, one night our band had a pile of fives and tens and we had them in my bass case all locked up. Pull into the Harbour and here are three or four Highway Patrol cars. They were having breakfast so we took advantage of their presence. We asked if a few of them would stand guard while we divied up the stash, which we did, and we gave them all a fiver for their help. They had to believe we were honest young men as we were wearing paisley shirts, bell bottoms, boots, and had 4" wide belts. . . . aaaaannnnd we had hair. Ahh . . . those were the days.
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In Toronto, probably A&W. It's open 24 hours and is actually really good in Canada.
Hurricane Jimmie
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So Anyway, years ago we played a late-night roadhouse with a loud bunch of drunk galoots hollering and running into things all night long.
When we stop at a diner on the way home, in comes the same bunch of yahoo's from the bar and they're still using their bar-volume voices. I immediately say my goodbyes to my bandmates, leave empty handed, and grab some drive thru closer to home.
I was paid to listen to those oafs earlier... I wasn't going to listen to them for free.
