Lunch at the Honolulu Poke Bar is on me

Poke Poke.  Okey Poke.  That wonderful marinated raw fish dish.  It can only be a bit worse (would you like the Salmonella poke or the Botulinum poke?) than eating at the Y (no pun intended)

The weekly restaurant inspections are out, and Estes never fails to disappoint.  Remember, there is no shame in striving for an excellent rating.  The Waterfront Grille may want to stop serving trout caught from mercury-infested streams, though.  Just sayin.

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