“Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.”
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
Bowls and Tacos, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
I was particularly looking forward to the last stop on this edition of the (always fun) bi-annual Friends of Santa Fe Trail Pub Ride. We would be ending up at the (relatively new) spot in Deep Ellum, Bowls & Tacos. This is a spot set up by the fine folks behind another of my favorite spots on the other end of Deep Ellum on Main Street, Braindead Brewing. I had heard good things and was suffering from a hankerin’ to get down there and try it out.
So today, a group of us Rode the Santa Fe Trail (of course) then visited Local Hub Bicycle Company and Deep Ellum Brewing, before pulling into Bowls & Tacos. It’s in a converted gas station on the East End of Deep Ellum and we appreciated their ample and well-thought-out bicycle parking.
Their menu consists of two things, obviously, Poke Bowls and Tacos. As is my habit when I am hungry, I went with the first item on the menu, The Classic Poke Bowl, with: Ahi Tuna, Seaweed Salad, Sweet Onion, Ginger Soy, Basil, Masago, Crispy Spam, Sesame Seed, Avocado Wasabi, and Nori.
It was so good I think it will be a long time before I get over to the taco side of the menu.
Not surprisingly, their craft beer selection is excellent and heavy on Braindead Brewery products – I went with their Red.
Poke Bowl and Braindead Red beer at Bowls & Tacos, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
It was all excellent and I will be riding my bike back again. Soon. Want to try some of the other Poke Bowls. Maybe even a Taco.
The evidence of a good afternoon at Bowls & Tacos, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Nothing beats a food destination ride… We did cider and donuts yesterday, an annual pilgrimage.
I’ve never heard the phrase “poke bowl.” Is that a Dallas thing, a cultural thing, a marketing thing? It wasn’t hard to figure out the meaning — and I love the addition of crispy Spam. Say “fried Spam on white with mayo” to me, and I’m back in Iowa, c.1960.
No, it’s not a Dallas thing – I had never heard of Poke before either. It’s a Hawaiian thing apparently – a sort of raw fish salad.
That explains the Spam. A couple of years ago or so I learned that Spam is highly regarded in Hawaii, and that they sell many, many forms of it we never see in our stores: garlic, barbeque, and so on.
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