via Food52The first time I had a poke bowl, I was not in Hawaii. I was sitting in a restaurant in New York City two days after one of the largest blizzards in the city's history. Like I said, not Hawaii. This explains why I know poke the way I (and many mainlanders) do: As a heaping serving of fresh, raw fish served over a bed of rice, doused in sauce, and covered in garnishes.