Anita's Diamondback Grill

Stuck in our company truck terminal yard about a half a block up the street while getting some preventive maintenance and service work done, I walked over to Anita 's to get lunch. The food, there, is nothing you 'd want to write home about. I got what was supposed to be a New York Strip Sirloin steak sandwich that somewhat resembled a sole scrapped off one of my old cowboy boots. French fries are homemade (peelings still attached) but came saturated with about a quart of 30-weight. Overall, the place could use a good scrub down. Lean your elbows on your table and they tend to stick. Other areas of this establishment were kind of sticky, too. Going in the men 's room I felt like you wanted to keep moving so your shoes wouldn 't stick to the floor. And, oh yeah, while they allow people to smoke their stinking cigarettes, lite up a good Honduran stogie and you 'll be told cigar smoking is not allowed. Traveling around the country like I do, the same-o-same-o truckstops get old and usually I like to find the little local diners and grills for a change of pace. A lot of times, they can be way better and a lot more personable than those monolithic chain eateries. But I 'm afraid this isn 't one of those. Still stuck at the terminal the following day, I ordered up a pizza from Domino 's. Got it delivered in under 30 minutes and, while I haven 't had Domino 's in a while, it wasn 't all that bad. For sure, it beats Anita 's Diamond Back Grill. Which should tell you right there something about Anita 's. — I may not be a gourmand, in the usual sense, but I know a few things about food and restaurants.