I never understood the hype about poke. I decided to join my colleagues for a lunch outing after they told me they were going to Mainland Poke. An old acquaintance (may have hooked up once a long long time ago) that I ran into at a restaurant during my company’s holiday lunch, told me he owned the place and that I should stop by. I never thought to until it was presented to me, and also I didn’t have to drive. Trying to find parking on 3rd street is just a nightmare as running into an old fling! Assuming he wouldn’t be there, I was excited to try and review the shit out of it.
See the thing is, I like to give honest reviews about establishments. I don’t just give a fluff of an opinion because A. I know a person who is affiliated B. I want to be nice about a new place C. I want to be a food blogger who only has nice things to say like the rest of them so I can get free meals. No, none of that applies to me.
Now my gripe isn’t about Mainland, it’s about the whole poke phenomenon. The dish pictured was about $20 something dollars. To me, that’s not worth $20.
Let me give you a little advice. Go to your local Asian market, preferably Korean. Go buy a thing of tuna (you may have seem my previous posts about DIY spicy tuna at home). Buy all the accompaniments and make your own goddamn poke bowl!
First of all, poke businesses should provide bowls that fit the damn ingredients. I had most of my roe fall on the table trying to mix this bitch. Second, don’t freakin’ rip me off. I always leave these places unsatisfied and poorer than before. Just kidding, my husband pays for my food (well, not this meal), and he’s usually the one that always wants poke… I should really be a good wife and make him my bowls again so I don’t have to watch him spend money on things I don’t want him to… AND he could be saving that $20 and spending it on me, and I’m not talking about food.