So yes I am an old fart. A curmudgeonly geezer. Coulda been a grandpa by now, leading young minds astray. I’m also too old to drive all goddamn day heading continually deeper into the bowels of bumper-to-bumper freeway traffic. Therefore, before heading off in das auto to visit Tama, I booked myself into a Motel 6 in Pinole,
Only $44 dollars a night ‘cuz I got 10% off for being over 60… told ya I was old… hell, I can still remember staying at a Motel 6 when it earned it’s name by only costing 6 bucks a night. (Truman was president when I was born…).
Anyhow, checked in and, casting about for dinner, I noticed that right next door was another gem in my childhood crown… a genuine Sizzler Steakhouse! Hot diggity damn! Steak & Lobster for $18.99… you stand in line to order and the salad bar was typically boring but dinner was very good. Not the biggest lobster tail I’ve ever seen and that sure must have been a tiny cow… but both were cooked to the perfection I had requested and were top cuts. Baked potato with all the accessories and cold Coronas… I was happy with the meal and probably had all the calories I needed after a day doing nothing but sitting on my butt in the car. Inside and out it looked pretty much like I remember but I missed having one’s meat delivered (sizzling…) on a hot, aluminum platter nestled in a wooden serving tray. Oh well, close enough.
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