Black Bottle in Belltown is now serving lunch. Black Bottle is a Stranger reader-reviewer favorite, home of great light bulbs, favorite first-date venue of Grant Cogswell, and temple of blasted broccoli…

The menu calls it, simply, “broccoli blasted.” It’s an $8 hill of broccoli that appears to have survived a fiery, salty apocalypse. The tips are ashy, crunchy, almost dust. The rest of it is deep green. (Must be all the vitamins, the nutrients, the anticancer stuff.) I have walked from the far reaches of the city in the hard rain, cars splashing water at me, all the way to Black Bottle to wait for a seat at the bar, just to eat a plate of broccoli while staring into a candle, alone. Christopher Frizzelle

Blasted broccoli is not on the all-new lunch menu (after the jump), but “like all special requests, we want everybody to feel free to ask and we will always do what we can!” (sounds like yes).

Sorry this is a bit hard to read—it should be on their website soon.

I am now hungry.