WHO: your classic old school diner cravin' self
WHAT: Randy's (aka: Renay's, because the 'D' in the sign is sort of broken. I like to think of Renay's as the late nite, drag-queen alter ego of Randy's)
WHEN: ALWAYS OPEN.
WHERE: Oh god, I'm in Tukwila. Just close your eyes and pretend its not happening. 10016 E Marginal Way S. Take exit 158 toward E Marginal Way.
WHY: Because sometimes, its New Year's Day, and you wake up in a gaggle of gays (aka your best friends) with your tube dress hiked up around your waist, a noisemaker lodged up your nose (could be worse), some unexplained bruises and you got a serious case of the CANKLES. So forget trying to get your shoes back on your feet (the cankles will not allow it), slip into your friend's shower flip flops and don't even attempt to look in a mirror. It is time to seek a higher power: Randy/Renay's worship-worthy piles of bacon and pancakes and ice cream shakes (Yes, for breakfast) will make your transgressions seemingly float away.
HINT: I haven't even mentioned the glorious surroundings in this time capsule of a diner. Enter in and prepare to succumb to the awe-inspiring pink-and-orange flower power booths and bow down to the timeless regulars sipping their black coffee before heading in to their graveyard shift at Boeing. If you are truly blessed, you might even have the owner's wife and her beehive bouffant lift you out of the mire of your hungover state. Randy's is diner salvation. And sweet baby Jesus, the CHICKEN FRIED STEAK. Let the healing begin.
I give it:
/ 10
NINE OUT OF TEN HAPPY BRUCE FACES
*Photo courtesy of Randy's Restaurant website.
