I don't eat the area's iconic foods, the 'weck & the wing. And my one attempt at appreciating Buffalo-style pizza - at Great Lakes, my partner's favorite - did not go well. However, I did have a very fine fish fry at Ebenezer Ale House, a serious piece of cleanly-fried, flaky haddock, with batter so light and greaseless that I actually ate most of it. This does not happen often. The fish came with pasta salad (passable), cole slaw (above average) and fries (good but soggy, which I don't really mind). As a bonus, the place has a very extensive beer list, and I got to gaze in awe at the Buffalo chicken pizza at the next table, which looked like a crust with a fixin's bar on top of it.
Unfortunately, that was dinner #1, which meant that dinner #2, the yellow pike at Schwabl's, was something of a letdown. It was competent, decent, but nothing more, with some nice sour pickled beets and the kind of mashed potatoes that are stiff and bland and dry and served with an ice cream scoop. In their defense, the gravy that I also don't eat probably would have improved them. But I haven't seen spuds like those in years - it was kind of like coming across an old pair of leg warmers in the back of the closet and suddenly being transported back to an earlier, weirder time.
I might be back up that way in a couple of months. If anyone has a fave fish fry for me to try, I'm all ears.