Michael M
Google
By the shimmering stars of Merlin's beard! As a wizard of considerable (if I do say so myself, and I often do!) renown, I've tasted ambrosia spun from moonbeams and nibbled on clouds seasoned with pixie dust. Yet, I tell you, good people of the mundane realm, the spicy poke bowl from Grillbird in West Seattle has cast a spell upon my very soul!
Hark! Imagine, if you will, grains of rice, each a tiny pearl of the earth, mingling with the crisp tang of pickled cucumbers and the gentle pop of edamame. Then, a sprinkle of fried onions for a delightful crunch, a whisper of pickled ginger to cleanse the palate, and a verdant scattering of green onions, all embraced by a sweet tamari glaze that sings on the tongue. It is not mere food, my friends, but a symphony! A delightful, dizzying dance of flavor and texture, a complexity that somehow feels utterly, wonderfully good for the very fabric of your being.
And the proteins! Oh, the glorious proteins! While their teriyaki plates whisper sweet enchantments and the other options beckon with savory allure, it is that spicy poke that truly sings a siren song to this old wizard's heart.
After partaking in this culinary sorcery, I swear the very air tasted sweeter, the sun shone brighter, and existence itself felt like a grand, delightful adventure. I felt… rejuvenated, as if a powerful healing potion had coursed through my veins.
And the keepers of this magical kitchen! The employees of Grillbird are not mere mortals; they are a fellowship of kindness, a coven of helpfulness! They move with the seamless grace of well-practiced spells, a true team working towards one glorious dream: to bestow upon the world the gift of truly magnificent food.
Five stars? Nay! I'd give them five galaxies if I could! Go forth, dear mortals, and taste the magic for yourselves! You won't regret it. By the mystic fires of my hearth, I swear it!