In front of us was an older gentleman who was almost head down in his takeout box. While we ate, we looked around at the other diners. It was finely shredded in long strands and had a taste that was sweet and vinegary at the same time. But the treat of the meal was the cole slaw. “What can you say about fries?”, Mary asked. The BBQ beef was dry (no sauce), and had a deep, smoky taste. It was a white fish, hot and crispy, just recently out of the fryer. But it was the best lunch I’d had this week. I’d be lying if I told you this was the best lunch I’d ever had. We had hiked several miles already, and were ready to tuck in to a big lunch. The rain had stopped, the sun was out, there was one group of teenage girls who livened the place with their laughter as they ate their lunch at another table. There were a few places where the wood had splintered away, but otherwise it had survived the years gracefully. It was the exact same picnic table that we’ve seen in public parks all our lives. The table was made of heavy wood, painted green. There are tables on three sides of the drive in, all under cover, though the roof above our table was leaking and there was a puddle of water at one end of the table. If you want to eat in your car, you’ll have to order at the window like everyone else.). (There are spots for cars to park, though we didn’t see any carhops. When our lunch was ready, we carried it to a picnic table in front of the drive in. It was built over seven years, from 1921 to 1928 to drain the rice paddies and swamps of what would become Waikiki. The Ala Wai canal forms the northern and western border of Waikiki. We hiked from the harbor to the opposite end of the Ala Wai canal – about a mile and a half. So, “Aloha” – here we go! Hiking out of WaikikiĪfter our hike to the harbor on the first day, it was late morning and we decided to start back toward the other end of Waikiki to get lunch.
RAINBOW DRIVE IN ABOUT SERIES
We’re doing a series of quick posts to report on what we’ve seen, smelled and tasted. We’re looking for places that are off the tourist maps, where the locals go, that let us eat well without costing a Hawaiian king’s ransom. Somehow, we fell out of the habit over the last ten years, but decided that in 2019 we would start again. When we first moved to Indiana, twenty years ago, we began taking February vacations – to go someplace warm in the middle of winter. We’re spending a week in Honolulu, on the island of O’ahu. That’s right – we said “Hawaii Food Tour”.
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