OMG best skewers

There are foods that feel like a small, bright interruption in the middle of an ordinary day—warm, salty, and just smoky enough to make you stop walking.

At Pike Place Market, I found myself lingering at a glass counter of skewers and fried bites, lined up like little promises. Handwritten signs leaned forward with their prices—orange chicken on a stick, chicken katsu—simple names for something that smells impossibly good when you’re moving through a busy market.

“OMG best skewers” is the only headline I had. Not because it’s clever, but because it’s true in the way a craving is true: immediate and a little breathless.

The food is the kind of comfort you can carry. Crisp edges that give way to tender meat, a hint of sweetness, a whisper of smoke. You don’t need a table or a plan—just a paper tray warming your hands while the market keeps streaming around you.

Pike Place always feels loud from the outside, but up close it’s made of smaller sounds: tongs tapping metal, paper crinkling, a low murmur behind the counter. Taking a minute to eat something hot and simple turns all that motion into background music.

If you go, let yourself be guided by the case under the glass. Pick a skewer, pause, and let it be enough for a moment.