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Maui, Hawaii Part 2

15 Mar

During the difficult times at work, I like to fondly think of my time in Maui. At one point during our trip, Bubby and I had a serious conversation about moving to Hawaii and opening a shrimp truck called Miso’s.  But of course Bubby the buzz kill killed my shrimp truck dreams. At least we should try to visit every year. And every year I’m going to eat this French toast at Kihei Caffe (yes, two “f”s).

Banana macadamia nut French toast

This is the best French toast I have ever had.  Thick slices of crispy sweet bread, thick banana slices, crunchy macadamia nuts, drizzled with maple syrup and the house coconut syrup.

All of the components in one bite made me preach.  “I feel good! I feel good, because I know there’s a God somewhere! There’s a God somewhere! You know there’s a God who sits on high and looks down low! Man cannot make it like this!” Name that movie.

Bubby ordered the pork fried rice loco moco.

The pork fried rice inspired me to make a kimchi pork fried rice loco moco, and everything is better with kimchi. But even without the kimchi, this dish was savory and the perfect salty pairing to my French toast.  Kihei Caffe is a caloric dream come true.  While reveling in our food fantasy, we were suddenly disturbed by a gang of birds.

And the king of the bird gang, Rufio! Ruf-i-oooooooooooooo!

We got the hell out of the crossfire of Rufio’s gang, and went to Charley Young Beach so I could rub my belly in peace.

And at this beach, Poseidon summoned me once again. And in true Hawaiian tradition, I donated my favorite Rayban sunglasses to Poseidon.  Every time I go to Hawaii, Poseidon takes what it wants.  Seven years ago, it was my Juicy Couture red jumper and Ipod.  What was my jumper and Ipod doing in the ocean? Or better yet, why the hell was I wearing Juicy Couture?!  It was seven years ago, and it was a cute ass beach jumper.  Seven years ago, Bubby and I placed our belongings in a locker.  Bubby pinned the locker key to his board shorts while we took surfing lessons.  While Poseidon tossed us around wildly, the locker key unfastened from Bubby’s shorts.  Assuming we lost the key and needed the office to open our locker, we noticed our locker was wide open and empty.  Someone had found our key and stole our possessions, including Bubby’s wallet, our towels, and book.  We walked back to our hotel soaking wet with shame, almost nude, pissed as fuck at Poseidon.  Damn you, Poseidon.  I hope you are rocking the shit outta my shades.

Because there was so much to eat and so little time, we went to Foodland –the best grocery store in the land.  While Kroger (I call every grocery store Kroger) sells rotisserie chickens, Foodland sells spam musubi, ahi poke, and my favorite, spicy raw crab!.

Look at this big ass avocado!

You can also see how the humidity in Hawaii is helping my winter’s eczema, too.

For dinner, Bubby and I went to Mama’s Fish House, a very popular restaurant in Maui.  The restaurant faces the beautiful ocean view and provided a very romantic atmosphere.

Macadamia nut crab cakes

I love crab cakes and cannot wait to go to Baltimore to eat some authentic cakes and to take The Wire tour.  These crab cakes definitely had nice chunks of crab, more crab than breading which is essential for a good CRAB cake.  The tomato relish provided a nice spicy and cool hint of flavor to the meaty cakes.

Opakapaka in lime and coconut milk served in a fresh coconut (Tahitian ceviche)

I asked for extra limes and drowned the shit out of the Hawaiian pink snapper.  I scraped the coconut flesh off the shell and mixed the gelatinous shavings with the ceviche.  This ceviche is making my mouth water as I type these damn words.

Bouillabaisse Mahimahi, lobster, shrimp, scallop and shellfish simmered in a saffron broth, with garlic rouille

Isn’t this picture the most beautiful bowl of underwater treasures?  As you can imagine, the seafood in Hawaii is fresh fo’ sho’.  The scallops were the size of silver dollars and as thick as marshmallows.  There was so much seafood in this dish that every spoonful contained several different types of seafood. My only issue with this dish was that I don’t think the pasta is made from scratch.  If Mama made fresh pasta, this dish would be the best dish of the trip especially since I rationed the garlic bread to last throughout the entire meal.

And to remind myself that I’m on vacation, I make sure the following happen.  I don’t wear makeup.  I must consume a fruity beverage with an umbrella  in it.  And I eat dessert after every meal.  Yes, every meal.  Ergo, ladies and gentlemen I introduce you to Ono Gelato.  The best fuckin’ gelato I have ever had.  Yes, I’ve never had gelato from Italy, but I don’t think I’ll have to.

Coconut is the shit.  But add some strawberry into the swirl, and I was immediately doing my happy dance while wiggling my toes.  Bubby even asked, “Are your toes dancing for gelato?”  Yes, Goddamit. Don’t judge me.  Best. gelato. ever.

Okay, I just gained five pounds writing this shit.

Kihei Caffe
1945 South Kihei Road
Kihei, HI

Mama’s Fish House
799 Poho Place
Paia, HI

Ono Gelato
1280 South Kihei Road
Kihei, HI

Ono Gelato
115 Hana Hwy # D
Paia, HI

Ono Gelato
815 Front Street
Lahaina, HI

We went to two out of the three Ono Gelato locations, and I give 5 slow mothafuckin claps.
 

Marston’s

8 Jun

To celebrate our last pre-marital class, Bubby and I went to Marston’s for brunch. Basically, Bubby and I were the class clowns. While others took copious notes and intently studied the PowerPoint presentation, Bubby and I were always late, laughed at inappropriate times, and made fun of the other couples for being lame. At one point, Bubby and I didn’t have a pen and asked the neighboring couple to borrow one of their ten pens but they were really salty about letting us borrow one.  Fuckers.  They won’t last anyway.

So to celebrate our awesomeness and not having to wake up so damn early every Sunday morning, we eat.

There was a slight wait when we arrived but only waited for 15 minutes. We sat in the waiting area outside and enjoyed the sunny view.

After our brief wait, we sat on the patio and ordered fresh orange juice.  So it turns out that I may have an orange allergy.  Every time I eat oranges or drink orange juice, I get hives. Such a damn shame because nothing tastes better than a tall cold glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.  Damn allergies killin’ my food game.  The freshly squeezed orange juice was sweet and refreshing.  Worth every single hive.

After perusing the menu, Bubby decided to order an Andouille sausage with over easy eggs and buttered toast.  I ordered the pulled pork eggs benedict and we decided to share corn flaked french toast with fresh strawberries.  I know.  I know.  We are fully aware of our fatassness.

Bubby’s sausage was extra spicy and had that outer casing which snapped.  I loved Bubby’s sausage.  But I don’t think his eggs were properly cooked over easy.  They were more like over medium.  And I cannot stand when eggs are overcooked with that extra fried outer ring which tastes like styrofoam.  These eggs had that ring.  But the best was the simple buttered wheat toast.  I hate everything wheat, but this toast was crispy, buttery, sweet.  Every square inch of that toast was perfectly buttered.

On a better note, my pulled pork eggs benedict was just lovely.

The shredded pork was soft and was perfectly coated with poached yolk like that feeling when it rains and then gets super sunny so the city feels clean and washed but the sun is warm on your skin.  Yeah, that feeling.  Too bad the potatoes were gummy and burnt.

 

Drumroll please. The french toast covered in corn flakes.

Wait. Dammit, where are my fresh strawberries?!!!

Take two. Drumroll please.  The french toast covered in corn flakes.

The toast looked like Texas toast, a good sign.  The powdered sugar was lightly dusted.  Nice.  And the strawberries and syrup were plenty.

……….

Dun dun dun dunnu nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh (Playing the game over tune from Super Mario Brothers).  It was okay.  The corn flakes weren’t crunchy enough.  The edges weren’t crispy enough. The toast wasn’t warm and soft in the middle. It was okay. The strawberries weren’t as sweet and the syrup was cold.  It had the potential to be so good.  Like Obi-Wan Kenobi said so disappointingly, “YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE!”

It was still a decent brunch.  And for that 3 slow claps.

Marston’s
151 East Walnut Street
Pasadena, CA