First I fell in love with Bird, then I fell in love at Bird. I am convinced I am not the only one. It began with the pastrami tacos—a transporting voyage laced with melting cheese curds and punctuated with delicately popping mustard seeds.
The pastrami positively melts, even as it is crispy at the edges. There is no match for this unexpected and perfect flavor and texture combination. I say this confidently. New York, Oakland, Los Angeles, meet your culinary equal.
Perhaps it was the melting cheese curd, perhaps the crunch of the mustard seed, perhaps the grace of the small bar and murmur of fellow patrons, equally entranced in their orders, but one May evening—the 15th, to be specific—over the aforementioned tacos, I met and subsequently fell in love with a 6’3” drink of coconut water who’s almost as funny as I am. He’s the absolute tops, to be frank.
Don’t wait, future lovebirds! Next date, B + B and order the pastrami tacos. C’est amour, bien sur.—JV
