Rocky Rococo is, at best, a guilty pleasure. Although, frankly, it's a whole lot more guilty than it is a pleasure, but that's neither here nor there.

Here they have a deep dish pizza that weighs around a ton. Not so much, I think, because of its depth, but because of the amount of cheese and grease. Don't get me wrong, cheese is good, but when you stack on half an inch of it things are not going to end well. Particularly not when the pie quite literally is floating in grease.

These two faux pas ruin the pizza to the point where it's almost inedible. The pizza is the biggest part of "guilty" in "guilty pleasure".

Somewhat more pleasurable is the salad bar, mostly because it is just that: A salad bar. You can pick and choose, and they even have a "lighter side" for healthier picks, possibly to offset the greasy cheese from the pie.

That's not to say this is a great salad bar. It's not really even a good one. But as far as iceberg lettuce with ranch dressing goes, it probably could be worse.

Hey, amidst all this negativity, I'm sure we'll be back. We'll probably say "Hey, we should go get some grease!" and we'll head right down to the Rocky Rococo. That's not to say you should do the same thing. It's probably better if you don't, because, in most ways, Pizza Hut probably is better than this.

I'm writing this as I'm drinking what will hopefully be my last espresso beverage at the Service Station. Over the past three months I've frequented the spot due to circumstances beyond my control. Need a coffee spot north of the Y and south of Deer Park that stays open until 9pm? Yeah, that's the Service Station, a win, of sorts, by default.

This is not a good coffee shop. Everything that possibly could go wrong here does. The coffee. The baristas. (Though bless them, they're very friendly.) Fox News on the TV. So on, so forth.

I suppose I can see the point of studying at the Service Station, large as the space is, but after seeing a girl using Wikipedia as a source for what I can only assume was a paper, I have to conclude that not even the students here are particularly good. (Present company excluded, of course.)

Of course, the coffee should be the litmus test, and the Service Station fails with flying colors. It's more often than not burnt and bitter, and not even the most generous pouring of milk—and they are generous, overly so—can hide the atrociousness they try to pass off as coffee. Seriously.

Are there any redeeming features? I thought I heard "Eye in the Sky" playing on the stereo, but that turned out to be somebody's ringtone.

So, no.

Unless you want to be left alone, there's nothing to the Service Station. Nothing but bad coffee, Bill O'Reilly, and Whitworth students looking like they'd want to be some place entirely different.