I’m an unabashed meat eater. So how do I find myself at Hale Macrobiotic, a mostly vegan restaurant? Not for a need to jump on the health food, veggie bandwagon or for a sudden desire to curtail my soaring cholesterol levels. I’m at Hale because, quite simply, I hear it’s good. I’m an equal-opportunity omnivore, so my curiosity about Hale and its vegetarian offerings is equivalent to a curiosity in a whole hog dinner.
With all the eclectic eateries around Chinatown, First Friday has the potential to be an exciting regular street food festival in addition to an art gallery and bar crawl. Here’s a roundup of some of the food we tried this past First Friday.
Three lucky-I-live-in-Hawai‘i moments this past weekend: stand-up paddling for the first time, cooking at the MA‘O ma TOWN fundraiser, seeing these marble soda drinks at the Okinawan festival. They’re doubtfully Okinawan, but who cares?! I haven’t had one of these since I was a kid! And I still have the same urge as I did back then: to smash the bottle to get at the marble.
Anyways, article on the Okinawan Festival here: http://honoluluweekly.com/restaurants/2009/09/i-see-okinawan-food/
It’s easy to forget Hawai‘i’s still-active paniolo culture. We may think of riding horses and roping cattle the stuff of childhood dreams, a result of watching too many Westerns. Any vestiges of cowboy culture left are confined to states like Texas. But every year, Mealani’s Taste of the Hawaiian Range reminds us otherwise. Hilton Waikoloa fills with ranchers in cowboy boots and hats and a twang in their voices, and when the event opens, hungry attendees rush through the doors, like cattle left too long in the corral. One half expects the paniolo to start roping individuals in the crowd.
Read the rest here: http://www.shareyourtable.com/multimedia/features/2009/hawaiian_range
Fried bar food at happy hour is so … 2008. Just because the economy’s gone south doesn’t mean we have to settle for the lowest common denominator of cheap and filling when we’re seeking affordable pupu. While the government’s handing over cash for clunkers, these Honolulu pau hana places will give you a touch of gourmet in exchange for your fried mozzarella sticks, and at prices that are thoroughly palatable.
We all have a love affair with hole-in-the-wall eateries, which let us feel like we’re privy to a little secret that only a couple of (thousand) people in Honolulu know about. More to the point, we love them because they are cheap. So what are we to make of a hole-in-the-wall where it’s all too easy to drop $200 for two? Do we cry bloody murder, or do we fork over the cash like drug addicts in need of a fix–our drug in this case being some of the freshest, most luscious fish in town?
Welcome to the dilemma posed by Mitch’s Sushi Bar.
Read the rest here: http://honoluluweekly.com/restaurants/2009/08/scratching-the-mitch/
Memories of summer and food are enough to make any crank’s heart soften like ice cream on a hot day. Voices take on a wistful tone as friends recall hot dogs and corn-on-the-cob on the grill beside the slip ‘n’ slide, s’mores and hobo packs (chunks of meat, potatoes and veggies wrapped in foil and thrown in the fire) during summer camp, strawberry shortcakes and milkshakes after a beach excursion.
Rest of story here: http://honoluluweekly.com/restaurants/2009/07/flavors-of-summertime/