Hawaiian Plate Lunches (or.. how something so bad can be oh so good)
Our trip to Oahu went down like most of the trips Michael and I have taken sans kids. It revolved around food. Each day, we plotted our food itinerary, and then the rest of our activities served to get us from one restaurant to the next.
On our first full day in Oahu, we started off at Pearl Harbor, touring the USS Arizona memorial and the USS Missouri. Once we finished up there, we were famished, which was exactly what we needed to be for our scheduled lunch. On tap that day was the Rainbow Drive-In. This is Obama's favorite lunch spot and was also highly recommended by Stefania, so we knew it was going to be outrageously good. We also knew it was going to be outrageously unhealthy, but that's what vacation is for, right?
Hawaiian plate lunches are a mysterious amalgam of foods, and demonstrate very well the melting pot of cultures that make up Hawaii. The standards on a plate lunch include two scoops of rice and one (giant) scoop of very goopy macaroni salad. The variable on the plate is the meat. I wanted to get the Beef Curry (because I always do what Stefania tells me to do), but we visited Rainbow on a Monday, and the Curry is only available on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Instead, I chose the breaded pork cutlet, smothered in gravy.
Michael went all out and got the Loco Moco (pictured at the top of this post). Loco Moco features a hamburger patty, topped with gravy and a fried egg. It is as outrageous and fattening as it sounds, and Michael regretted his order all afternoon, but while eating it, he was in heaven, and he ate up every bit of food on his plate (a true feat).
Rainbow Drive-In is a must-visit for anyone in Oahu. It must be tasted to believed.