Rachel S.
Yelp
I was told I could get chicken adobo at Valley Restaurant, and since it just didn't seem right to visit Juneau three times in two weeks without having any chicken adobo, and my plane wasn't leaving quite yet, I trudged there through the rain (this took about the same length of time as walking from a D gate to an A gate in Seatac, though it was rather damper) and took a seat.
This is the sort of place where old people eat lunch, under the eye of a TV news anchor suspended near the ceiling, and the small ponytailed waitperson makes only the most perfunctory request for confirmation before she starts pouring into your mug from the coffeepot that never leaves her hand.
None of this discouraged me; nor did the small drift of sad, browning iceberg scraps the ponytailed person set before me when I chose salad instead of soup.
But the adobo itself (presented in unnerving quantity: three entire chicken thighs, with a veritable mountain of rice) turned out to be all too similar to the country music they put on when the news report was over, a syrupy concoction of sugar and vinegar without the slightest complexity or depth.
Ah, well. As much as can be expected within an easy stroll of the airport.