Sometimes I feel like the only person who lives in this city who hasn’t been to Hawaii. I know it’s not true, but there are a lot of people on the west coast who make Hawaii feel as mundane as going to, say, Pittsburgh. Well, not this Jew from Miami. Growing up a Hawaiian vacation seemed as exotic to me as going on an African safari. And the food? Well, let’s just say my only encounter with Hawaiian food as a kid was watching Howie From Maui as a 13 year old (“Eat the fucking poi!!!”)
My first real taste of Hawaiian food came in NYC at a place called Hawaiian Island Grill, which for a plate lunch deprived soul like myself seemed awesome! Korean style beef? Hamburger steak covered in gravy? Rotisserie chicken and pork chops? All served with rice and macaroni salad? Bring it on! Maybe it wasn’t the most authentic Hawaiian food in the world, but it taught me something very important: plate lunches are my friend.
So, you can’t really blame me for finally succumbing to the siren sounds of Ono Hawaiian Grill. (Insert your predictable groans here.)