Shipwrecks in the Harbor

Revenge is a dish best served table d'hôte...
But they never put out enough snow crab legs and the succotash is lukewarm, and the bowls are not big enough for the soft serve or a decent salad. And the "house dressing" is labeled simply "house dressing" on the ladle, but its a congealed viscous mystery yellow. And there is a loose crouton stuck to the brisket. There's plenty of beets. The meatloaf's a bit dry but tastey nonetheless, slathered in a crusty tomato paste. Its so much better than gnawing the cold chicken legs for a scrap of meat. The cookies are hard, some oatmeal, some choco-chip, I dare you to guess which is which, have a white frosted cupcake instead and remember kindergarten birthdays as the diabetic coma ensues.
Glypicide, you lifesaver.
Mashed potato, mashed potato, mashed potato.
Fried okra, greens and mac and cheese.
But the sneeze guard works, I just tried it.
Also the best revenge is to live well. As is, tired and alone down at the crossroads in Anytown, USA, cut brake lines are also not beyond the pale.
You’re on the road seeing the odd parts of America and its buffets. But there's still new weepy crap every day.