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| - Michael's, I'd like to preface this by saying I'm so sorry I ever doubted you. I've walked past you on so many occasions, without even sparing you a glance. When I did notice you, I was discouraged by your bland exterior, and didn't think of you again until today.
Lured in by 7% cash back and a free beer, my wife and I walked into Michael's. Frightened by a restaurant populated (sparsely) only by much older people, and an expansive, sprawling menu, we almost walked right back out.
I am so glad we didn't. The food we had tonight was out of this world good. I'm from a fairly foodie area, San Francisco's Bay Area, and I could not critique one aspect of what we ate. We started out with saganaki -
kasseri cheese flambeed tableside - and were overwhelmed with "side" Greek salads comparable to pricey entree salads from other restaurants. My wife got blue-crab stuffed tiger shrimp over mushroom risotto, and I got the gyro platter. The servings were enormous, while maintaining high quality. I have no idea why this restaurant was so empty, but it shouldn't be. We walked out full, happy, clutching overflowing to go boxes and furiously messaging relatives to find excuses to go back.
Go to Michaels. One of the best examples of not judging a book by its cover that I've ever seen.
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