The Devil Comes To Lakewood, And He Is Looking For You!
Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 7:28 am
You know the Devil is an interesting critter. Some think the devil takes the form of a half-goat half-man, some think he is a man with horns, the arch enemy of God. Some think it is that sexy man or woman that distracts you the wrong way down a one way street to Hell. Some think the devil is in the details, which is often true. But today, in this story, for the people I am talking about, the Devil comes in the form of a string-tie-wearing pork farmer from Gallipolis, Ohio, named Bob Evans.

A very clean and well run PR campaign at Taste of Lakewood.
As we all know I am a firm believer in shop local, support locally-owned and operated establishments, and dislike big box stores like WalMart, BestBuy (oh wait they are hip), McDonald’s and Bob Evans to name a few. You can tell all of the really hardcore buy-local people as they have LakewoodAlive or LEAF stickers on their Volvos, BMWs, and Hondas. Preach it and I am a believer: best cup of coffee? Coffee Proper or The Root. It rolls off my tongue so quickly it is nearly impossible not to say it. Best breakfast? Coffee Pot on Madison, The Place to Be on Warren. Best Burger? “West End Tavern, Cerinos, or Coffee Pot again, and on and on. I love locals and locally-owned businesses. I myself have 4 businesses in Lakewood, including the local fish wrap. I bleed local. So you can imagine my surprise when I had an hour to kill, and I was near a Bob Evans on Lorain in North Olmsted. I had not been for over 6 years, once the cinnamon raisin rolls were gone so what was the purpose?

Pot of coffee, menu, and ordered in less time than it takes to get coffee in Lakewood.

A very clean 8 page menu, with pictures describing the food perfectly.
I thought, "There is no way this Big Box store could compete with the Shore, Coffee Pot, The Place to Be, or any of the establishments currently in Lakewood. I mean Deagen’s, no way, Jammy Buggar’s? not a chance, WestEnd, hahahahahahaha!!!! So I grabbed a couple shots of the outside and noticed, 3-Course Steak Dinner $9.99 and thought, Damn, that is almost Lakewood Village prices! I went in and was amazed, it was clean and bright, just like you expect from a chain that has strict corporate standards and oversight. However it wasn’t freezing, and it wasn’t hot. It was rather pleasant. Hmmmmmmm. A girl came up to me and asked "How many," I said one, and she took me over to a table with some other people who appeared to be enjoying their breakfasts. Hmmmmmmmmm. I was seated at a table and given a menu, and looked through the four pages of breakfast and four pages of other food. Almost instantly a coffee pot, real cream, and a cup were at my table. Pam, the waitress, poured the coffee and asked if I was ready to order and I said no, she smiled and said, “Take your time, I’ll be back.” I noticed the faint sound of music, I could barely make it out, but it was perfect fill. I thought of the number of Lakewood establishments where they have confused “background music” with "I am f-ing bored at work and need to rock out" music. My recent favorite was a coffee/breakast spot that for some ungodly reason was playing Eurobeat and Dub music at 11 on the volume dial at 8 in the morning. WTF? I SAY W! T! F!

Before I could finish my first cup of Joe, food served!
So I did, I drank my coffee and checked out this place. The table was CLEAN, no sticky places, none, not even one. I looked at the ketchup, salt and pepper, CLEAN! I mean clean enough to lick, but I didn’t. It was about this time my phone rang, and I answered it. The person on the other end asked what I was doing and I said, “Reconnaissance at Bob Evans.” I brought him up-to-date with my discoveries when suddenly I realized, the table didn’t wobble. Seriously, the thing was stone cold flat and sturdy. I swear to God. I went to 4 other tables and they were sturdy too. I went back and said, “The table is great, no chips, no carvings, no drool, nothing sticky and they all appear to be the same." Just after getting over my shock of the tables it occurred to me, the eight page menu was spotless as well. As we all know, in many of the local establishments you wash your hands after you order and before you eat, as the menus carry a sample of the food, beverages, and even bio hazards left over the past 72 months. Come on we have all gotten those menus you could probably make Wedding Soup out of. But here they were clean, not even a small chance to taste the marinara, or eggs prior to ordering them. Damn. This was pretty wild.

Clean plates, couldn't possible eat the Cinnamon Blossom.
Another waitress was watching me and listening to me, and came over and asked me if everything was all right. I told her, “Yes, but everything is so clean.” She smiled and looked at me as if I was Ted Kaczynski coming down from my mountain shack to eat store-cooked meals. She assured me that Bob Evans is always like this, and laughed and walked away asking if I needed anything. I smiled and said no. Suddenly my waitress Pam reappeared and took my order, “Classic Breakfast”: $6.99, 2 hotcakes/pancakes, 2 eggs, 3 pieces of bacon/sausage and coffee. How would you like your eggs? Over easy, ham, bacon, sausage. I’ll try the bacon. Pancakes or French Toast? I am sure see meant “Victory Toast” but I said pancakes. Would you like bananas? strawberries? blueberries? walnuts? I said blueberries, inside or outside? DAMN! Inside. I said, “Boy, I wish you had those cinnamon raisin rolls,” and she answered, “Everyone does, so we brought back cinnamon blossoms, a version of them." Wow, ok, one of those too! Within minutes, pancakes on one plate, eggs and bacon on another, cinnamon blossom on another. Not a single chip in a single plate, no food from the last couple dinners either!!! Damn. Along with whipped butter, real maple syrup, and the high end selection of Smucker jams and preserves! I said, is this Syrup or Real Maple Syrup. She said real maple syrup that is what you asked for. I said, "I know, but is it from like Costco?" And she said, "No it is from Bob Evans-- real maple syrup, slightly watered down to make it more pourable for consistency." Jesus, three place in Lakewood have better pancakes, but they all use “Syrup” which I think is Scandinavian for “crap.”

I just want to say that all of this happened faster than it took to get a cup of coffee from a local establishment this morning with 4 people behind the counter, and a line of 6 people waiting. Here in “Corporate Hell” I got a full pot of OK coffee, not Rising Star, and breakfast plus, and never spilled any because of the table, nor did I have to repeatedly try to get a server's attention. Overall, a really damn good experience except for feeling dirty for supporting corporate America. But to be honest, the pleasant experience and full belly let me get over it pretty quickly. As I drove away and reflected on the entire experience, I was thinking that many places in Lakewood had better food, but found it hard to compare service, cleanliness, overall niceness, and price.
I mentioned I asked for the manager, and she came over very promptly and asked if everything was alright. I assured her it was, but wanted to comment on how good my server, and the other servers were, making sure I got everything I wanted and more. The one waitress had noticed I ordered a cinnamon blossom and asked me, “Did you have them warm that up? They are soooooooo much better warm.” I said no and went to hand it to her, and felt it. It was warm and toasty in its wrapper. Damn. Anyway, I mentioned I was from Lakewood and we are getting our own Bob Evans so I thought it would be nice to check it out, and she asked, “Well how was it?” And I said to her, "You know how we all have our favorite little corner bar, or restaurant or diner, where the tables wobble, and are sticky with menus you have to pry apart to read, and the food shows up when the server can work it into their personal schedule?” She said, yes, I love those places. I said, well it was nothing like that at all, and the food was OK!

My suggestion to the restaurant owners in town. Up your game, you can beat or equal them on everything but price. I’ll pay more to support local. I’ll even put up with the idiosyncrasies of servers, cooks, and owners. But in this town where 98% will say "buy local, be green, and support local," while shopping for cotton sheets at WalMart and sending their kids to private schools in Cleveland Hts., let’s be honest, we do not see many “BUY LOCAL” people driving around in Steve Barry Buicks. It doesn’t look good for the local small mom and pop places. So the Devil comes in the form of a pork farmer born in 1918, and he is coming for you.
.

A very clean and well run PR campaign at Taste of Lakewood.
As we all know I am a firm believer in shop local, support locally-owned and operated establishments, and dislike big box stores like WalMart, BestBuy (oh wait they are hip), McDonald’s and Bob Evans to name a few. You can tell all of the really hardcore buy-local people as they have LakewoodAlive or LEAF stickers on their Volvos, BMWs, and Hondas. Preach it and I am a believer: best cup of coffee? Coffee Proper or The Root. It rolls off my tongue so quickly it is nearly impossible not to say it. Best breakfast? Coffee Pot on Madison, The Place to Be on Warren. Best Burger? “West End Tavern, Cerinos, or Coffee Pot again, and on and on. I love locals and locally-owned businesses. I myself have 4 businesses in Lakewood, including the local fish wrap. I bleed local. So you can imagine my surprise when I had an hour to kill, and I was near a Bob Evans on Lorain in North Olmsted. I had not been for over 6 years, once the cinnamon raisin rolls were gone so what was the purpose?

Pot of coffee, menu, and ordered in less time than it takes to get coffee in Lakewood.

A very clean 8 page menu, with pictures describing the food perfectly.
I thought, "There is no way this Big Box store could compete with the Shore, Coffee Pot, The Place to Be, or any of the establishments currently in Lakewood. I mean Deagen’s, no way, Jammy Buggar’s? not a chance, WestEnd, hahahahahahaha!!!! So I grabbed a couple shots of the outside and noticed, 3-Course Steak Dinner $9.99 and thought, Damn, that is almost Lakewood Village prices! I went in and was amazed, it was clean and bright, just like you expect from a chain that has strict corporate standards and oversight. However it wasn’t freezing, and it wasn’t hot. It was rather pleasant. Hmmmmmmm. A girl came up to me and asked "How many," I said one, and she took me over to a table with some other people who appeared to be enjoying their breakfasts. Hmmmmmmmmm. I was seated at a table and given a menu, and looked through the four pages of breakfast and four pages of other food. Almost instantly a coffee pot, real cream, and a cup were at my table. Pam, the waitress, poured the coffee and asked if I was ready to order and I said no, she smiled and said, “Take your time, I’ll be back.” I noticed the faint sound of music, I could barely make it out, but it was perfect fill. I thought of the number of Lakewood establishments where they have confused “background music” with "I am f-ing bored at work and need to rock out" music. My recent favorite was a coffee/breakast spot that for some ungodly reason was playing Eurobeat and Dub music at 11 on the volume dial at 8 in the morning. WTF? I SAY W! T! F!

Before I could finish my first cup of Joe, food served!
So I did, I drank my coffee and checked out this place. The table was CLEAN, no sticky places, none, not even one. I looked at the ketchup, salt and pepper, CLEAN! I mean clean enough to lick, but I didn’t. It was about this time my phone rang, and I answered it. The person on the other end asked what I was doing and I said, “Reconnaissance at Bob Evans.” I brought him up-to-date with my discoveries when suddenly I realized, the table didn’t wobble. Seriously, the thing was stone cold flat and sturdy. I swear to God. I went to 4 other tables and they were sturdy too. I went back and said, “The table is great, no chips, no carvings, no drool, nothing sticky and they all appear to be the same." Just after getting over my shock of the tables it occurred to me, the eight page menu was spotless as well. As we all know, in many of the local establishments you wash your hands after you order and before you eat, as the menus carry a sample of the food, beverages, and even bio hazards left over the past 72 months. Come on we have all gotten those menus you could probably make Wedding Soup out of. But here they were clean, not even a small chance to taste the marinara, or eggs prior to ordering them. Damn. This was pretty wild.

Clean plates, couldn't possible eat the Cinnamon Blossom.
Another waitress was watching me and listening to me, and came over and asked me if everything was all right. I told her, “Yes, but everything is so clean.” She smiled and looked at me as if I was Ted Kaczynski coming down from my mountain shack to eat store-cooked meals. She assured me that Bob Evans is always like this, and laughed and walked away asking if I needed anything. I smiled and said no. Suddenly my waitress Pam reappeared and took my order, “Classic Breakfast”: $6.99, 2 hotcakes/pancakes, 2 eggs, 3 pieces of bacon/sausage and coffee. How would you like your eggs? Over easy, ham, bacon, sausage. I’ll try the bacon. Pancakes or French Toast? I am sure see meant “Victory Toast” but I said pancakes. Would you like bananas? strawberries? blueberries? walnuts? I said blueberries, inside or outside? DAMN! Inside. I said, “Boy, I wish you had those cinnamon raisin rolls,” and she answered, “Everyone does, so we brought back cinnamon blossoms, a version of them." Wow, ok, one of those too! Within minutes, pancakes on one plate, eggs and bacon on another, cinnamon blossom on another. Not a single chip in a single plate, no food from the last couple dinners either!!! Damn. Along with whipped butter, real maple syrup, and the high end selection of Smucker jams and preserves! I said, is this Syrup or Real Maple Syrup. She said real maple syrup that is what you asked for. I said, "I know, but is it from like Costco?" And she said, "No it is from Bob Evans-- real maple syrup, slightly watered down to make it more pourable for consistency." Jesus, three place in Lakewood have better pancakes, but they all use “Syrup” which I think is Scandinavian for “crap.”

I just want to say that all of this happened faster than it took to get a cup of coffee from a local establishment this morning with 4 people behind the counter, and a line of 6 people waiting. Here in “Corporate Hell” I got a full pot of OK coffee, not Rising Star, and breakfast plus, and never spilled any because of the table, nor did I have to repeatedly try to get a server's attention. Overall, a really damn good experience except for feeling dirty for supporting corporate America. But to be honest, the pleasant experience and full belly let me get over it pretty quickly. As I drove away and reflected on the entire experience, I was thinking that many places in Lakewood had better food, but found it hard to compare service, cleanliness, overall niceness, and price.
I mentioned I asked for the manager, and she came over very promptly and asked if everything was alright. I assured her it was, but wanted to comment on how good my server, and the other servers were, making sure I got everything I wanted and more. The one waitress had noticed I ordered a cinnamon blossom and asked me, “Did you have them warm that up? They are soooooooo much better warm.” I said no and went to hand it to her, and felt it. It was warm and toasty in its wrapper. Damn. Anyway, I mentioned I was from Lakewood and we are getting our own Bob Evans so I thought it would be nice to check it out, and she asked, “Well how was it?” And I said to her, "You know how we all have our favorite little corner bar, or restaurant or diner, where the tables wobble, and are sticky with menus you have to pry apart to read, and the food shows up when the server can work it into their personal schedule?” She said, yes, I love those places. I said, well it was nothing like that at all, and the food was OK!

My suggestion to the restaurant owners in town. Up your game, you can beat or equal them on everything but price. I’ll pay more to support local. I’ll even put up with the idiosyncrasies of servers, cooks, and owners. But in this town where 98% will say "buy local, be green, and support local," while shopping for cotton sheets at WalMart and sending their kids to private schools in Cleveland Hts., let’s be honest, we do not see many “BUY LOCAL” people driving around in Steve Barry Buicks. It doesn’t look good for the local small mom and pop places. So the Devil comes in the form of a pork farmer born in 1918, and he is coming for you.
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