1st Floor Cafe

I work in the building where this café sits, so I’ve eaten lunch here too many times to count. My go-​to sandwich is the BLT, but I’ve decided to not-​go any longer. Over $ 4 for a BLT when there is only 2 slices of bacon for the whole sandwich is just ridiculous. I was hoping it was a mistake, maybe they just forgot a couple of slices. I’ve ordered it enough times to know that it really only comes with 2, sometimes 3, slices of bacon for the whole sandwich.
They have specials everyday, but I feel like it’s food made for an old-​folks home. The flavor is just not there on anything I’ve tried.
If you must, just stick with the popcorn.

This is the café on the first floor of the King County Court House, so it’s ingeniously named the 1^st Floor Café. To find it, you probably want to be entering the Court House on a somewhat voluntary basis via the front door. It will be on your right, just after the metal detectors. If you’re one of the folks in the orange jumpsuits being transferred from detention, this place is likely to escape your notice.
It’s sort of a combination café and store. There are some supplies for sale as you enter the establishment. There are coolers with sandwiches, drinks, etc. at the midpoint, along with two small tables with a few chairs. There as a somewhat cafeteria-​like counter in the very back.
I studiously avoided the 1^st Floor Café until the last day I served as a juror. In a effort to conclude our deliberations that day, we agreed to a 25 minute lunch. I heard from a couple of my fellow jurors that the soup and sandwiches weren’t too bad, but for reasons I can’t fully explain I decided to go with cafeteria dining at its finest, and ordered the meatloaf special.
Quantity-​wise, no reason to complain. Probably a cup-​and-​a-​half of canned corn. A slab of meatloaf and inch thick and so big they had to break up the last couple inches of it so it would all fit in the to-​go container. A nice scoop of mashed potatoes. Everything except the corn was smothered in gravy.
Quality-​wise, things things are hit and miss. I can tell that mom didn’t make the mashed potatoes and gravy, but it wasn’t too bad. The meatloaf was interesting, in that it tasted like ketchup. A lot of ketchup The problem was that this ketchup-​flavored meat slab is smothered in gravy. The gravy and the ketchup start to fight it out in my mouth for dominance over my tastebuds. The tastebuds end up losing the battle.