I also visited the US this weekend for the first time in a decade or so.
Monday morning, I crossed at the Rainbow Bridge at Niagara Falls. There was no lineup. The customs agent asked how often we crossed into the states by land and my girlfriend says "typically we've
flewed there". I mocked her the whole day, I love it when people get paralyzed around authority figures.
I drove through Niagara and some of the towns surrounding Buffalo. One weird thing is that Niagara Falls Blvd, which goes through several towns, has a different building numbering system in each town... so driving down it the numbers would go up and then go down. I drove past my intended destination before realizing I was looking for the number in the wrong town. D'oh.
Drove back around and went to Niagara Gun Range. I was served by a very kind lady in probably her 50s, maybe late 40s. She was pretty easygoing and got us set up. A burly guy named Cliff with tattoos was helpful and picked out some carbines for us to shoot. Cliff was wearing a hat with a bunch of fire on it advertising for some sort of bullet or something. There was a poster on the wall saying something to the effect of "7 round clip my ass". LOL. The lady who served us was pretty friendly and we chatted a bit about how Canada has a long weekend the weekend before the US. I probed her about gun laws, and the only thing she said was that "laws are getting much stricter here".
So we shot a bunch.
As I was leaving, a guy came in, probably 300-325 pounds. He had an enormous pickup truck with an American flag, a volunteer firefighter sticker, and a bumper sticker saying "I plead the 2nd" with an image of a rifle. As it turns out, he was a pretty nice guy because I left my driver's licence in there and he popped out to give them back. I really get the impression that most of the people who are diehards about this stuff are friendly but reserved, and if you're an "insider" or seem friendly, they're welcoming, but if you seem hostile or push back against their lifestyle, they're not.
I went to a Gamestop. In Canada we have the same company but they use the EBGames name and don't hawk shit at you quite as aggressively. The last time I was in a Gamestop was September 2002, where I bought Dragon Warrior VII. This time as soon as I entered the guy working asked if I wanted to preorder anything, what I've been playing lately, etc. It felt a little pushy, to be honest. I just browsed around a bit and when he tried to sell me stuff again I made it clear I was from the Canadian side of the border and he clammed up... after complaining about the fact that management compares his store to other stores further south, and it's not fair, because a ton of his customers are Canadians and they never pre-order or buy warranties for obvious reasons. LOL.
I got lunch at
Anderson's frozen custard and roast beef sandwiches with
pancakesandsex, who is a really nice, friendly, jovial dude. The roast beef sandwich was excellent. Anderson's is apparently an upstate New York chain but still had a pretty family feel. One weird thing was that the lineup for dessert and the lineup for the roast beef sandwiches were totally separate, never the twain shall meet. The cups were enormous, holy shit, stop drinking so much pop you crazy people. No human being should be consuming this quantity of anything.
I saw one car that had both an NRA and some sort of Save The Whales Mother Nature Earth Collective Co-operative End War By Loving And Giving Each Other Flowers sticker. Odd juxtaposition.
We went to a liquor store. Where I live, there's a government monopoly on liquor sales so liquor stores are basically very upscale, friendly boutiques catering to knowledgeable clientele. This liquor store was enormous and filled with, frankly, pretty trashy looking people including one woman dragging three of her children around as they wailed. I saw a bottle of Blue Curacao for $2.99, which is literally the cheapest I've ever seen a large quantity of booze in my life. Also you guys have pancake flavoured booze.
Pin and chip apparently still isn't common in the Buffalo region, because everywhere we went and everything we bought just needed a swipe or a swipe+signature. That's insane. Get with the 21st century, America, credit cards have PINs for a reason.
I really loved how everywhere that flew flags flew both US and Canadian flags. There's something about border towns in general. Not quite here, not quite there. A sense of friendship and connection. I like that.
We had programmed our GPS to avoid toll routes. One problem: All the US->Canada routes have tolls... so the GPS instructed us to take a 13+ hour drive across upstate New York and around one of the great lakes to get back to Niagara, which was like 5km away. It took us maybe 30 minutes of driving through the countryside to figure out something didn't seem right. That's a real screw-job, let us get into the US for free but charge us money to leave.
The traffic on the bridge heading back was insane, took about an hour and a half to get out.