BroBible
Audio By Carbonatix
Some nights, dinner is a white flag. It’s a sad box of lukewarm noodles with some pathetic protein that whispers, “I give up.”
Tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight, I wasn’t just ordering hibachi. I was becoming the hibachi. Griddle on, griddle off.
IYKYK, especially if you’ve watched my griddle videos, like the ones making a bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich and that delicious Cuban sandwich.
The arena for this glorious battle was my Solo Steelfire 30 griddle, posted up by the pool in a backyard in Encino. Today I am feeling blessed to have moved so far beyond cooking on my college roommate’s warped, tragic frying pan that probably leached all kinds of scary chemicals into our 2 AM grilled cheeses.
The Solo Steelfire 30 Griddle is a gleaming slab of culinary justice. It has more surface area than a studio apartment in a city I can’t afford. The 3-ply stainless steel and racetrack burners deliver such perfectly even heat, you’ll be building flawless onion volcanoes like a seasoned sensei. Remember: Griddle on, griddle off.
The chicken hit the hot steel. Tssssss. That sizzle on the Solo Steelfire 30 is the sound of victory.
Then came the seasoning. Then, the garlic. A truly irresponsible amount of garlic. Enough to ward off vampires, werewolves, and anyone asking to “just have a bite.” A swirl of olive oil made it a show. I, my friends, was the main event.
This is where the fun began. I was no longer just a person with a spatula. I was a culinary godhead, wielding power over my sizzling domain. On one side, the chicken got a perfect, golden crust. On the other, a mountain of frozen Costco vegetables tumble onto the surface. I managed it all like a pro who just discovered their superpower.
Then, the grand finale. Fistfuls of rice. A drizzle of sesame oil. A glorious hiss of soy sauce sent a fragrant cloud into the air. My neighbors will weep with jealousy. Let them. They do not have my powers.
I brought it all together. The chicken, the veggies, the rice. A beautiful, delicious mess that, frankly, would taste dull in a take-out container.
I piled it on a plate. I anointed it with a creamy ribbon of yum yum sauce. I took a bite.
And there it was. A moment of pure, unadulterated triumph. I just made something better than a restaurant could ever dream of.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you need the all-new Solo Steelfire 30 Stainless Griddle.
So, why go to the hibachi when you can be the hibachi?
The people in charge say I have to tell you where to get this magnificent beast. Please, go buy it over on SoloStove.com and unleash your own hibachi night super powers, and tell them Brandon from BroBible sent you.
**Use the code BROBIBLEGRIDDLE to get a free apron with your purchase. Plus, you can also get a free apron and griddle shelter when you buy the griddle and stand.
Solo Steelfire 30 Griddle – Starting at $899