On a recent Friday evening, several other Artvoice staffers and I enjoyed a delicious, cheap, sit-down meal on Buffalo’s waterfront. Such a thing does still exist. Our table, directly adjacent to a large bank of windows, was bathed in the warm pink and orange light of the setting sun as we tucked into generous portions of beer-battered fish accompanied by heaping piles of macaroni salad, french fries, and cole slaw.