Putting the Foo back in Food

I'm staying at a Day's Inn near a truck stop off Interurban Ave in Tukwila, WA. Rumors that Gozilla ate Tukwila are slightly exaggerated, but not by much. One reason I booked this place is because the last time I stopped for gas (it's the cheapest before the high airport prices) I ate at a very nice place called Emerald Green which had moved into a deserted Denny's.

It's now closed, and its parking lot is leased out to a trucking company. Boo hiss.

A small group of places have opened up a block away - Starbucks, Quizno's, some generic Mexican Cantina, Teriyaki. And there's been a Jack in the Box on the corner for years. But I was looking for a nice sit-down steak-like place, so I consulted the GPS which pointed me to Gordo's Steak & BBQ about a mile away. The place it took me to is now the lounge for a golf course, and there was a sign that they had a Superbowl BBQ buffet. The game was over, and no buffet in sight, so I ordered a cup of clam chowder and a rack of baby back ribs. Half an hour later both arrived together. After finishing the thin soup, I attacked the huge plate of ribs. Couldn't cut through it. It was either way underdone or way overdone, I couldn't tell. I sent it back and asked for half a different rack. Instead, 20 minutes later the waiter brought back the same rack, cut into sections and  hightailed it out of the dining area. Still inedible. I dropped some bills on the table and walked out.

Back to the motel, where I had some noodles and German chocolate cake which I'd bought at Safeway previously.