I’ve spent my life on the East Coast and never really imagined I’d be visiting Hawaii.
After being introduced to the islands culture, food and people, it’s easy to forget that I live in the middle of the country, so there are some familiar landmarks, some familiar people, and some new ones to encounter.
But when I went to Hawaii last year to visit my friend Chris, we had no idea that I’d end up in an epic food war with our hostess at the famous Honolulu restaurant.
Chris was working at the restaurant when he took the opportunity to eat with us, and the conversation went something like this: “So, we’re having dinner tonight at The Island.”
Chris: “The Island?” me: “Yes.
It’s just that I want to go for a burger and some Hawaiian food, because I don’t know any better.”
Chris: “I’ve got no idea what that is.”
Yeah, well, that sounds great.”
When we got back, I thought we’d have a few questions.
First of all, why was Chris not on the menu?
I told him he didn’t have to go.
I was sure he was going to be pleased to know that I had no problem getting my fill.
But it turned out I was the only person in the restaurant.
Second, why is there so much chicken?
I had to make a few adjustments to my menu.
I ordered the Chicken Kale Sandwich and the Hawaiian Chicken Salad.
I ended up getting the chicken kale instead of the usual Hawaiian lettuce and tomato salad.
I’m not sure if it was a conscious decision, but I didn’t feel like I was missing out.
(It was only because Chris told me not to worry about it.)
Third, when we got home, I had the salad again.
I had leftovers from the salad that Chris left on the table.
But the chicken was still good.
Fourth, what exactly was the “real” Hawaiian food at the Island?
Chris: I don