Plate Lunch at Bob's

A   L   O   H   A  !

 Why the did the rainbow cross the road?

To get to the Ala Wai! Link

For the 99 percent of the time we've been 

on Earth, we were hunter and gatherers, 

our lives dependent on knowing the fine, 

small details of our world.  

Deep inside, we still have a longing to be 

reconnected with the nature that shaped 

our imagination, our language, our song 

and dance, our sense of the divine.  

                    Janine M. Benyus

'My Plate Lunch' Link

Bus is going to the Nimitz Gate of Pearl Harbor

A vocabulary of truth and simplicity 

will be of service throughout your life. 

                    Winston Churchill

Can you see the flavorful smoke rising? Link

Hole In The Wall Restaurant:

"Some of these places are weather-beaten shacks, some are tiny storefronts, some are old railcar diners, some are tucked away where you’d least expect them. Some specialize in burgers, some hot dogs, some tacos, some dumplings. 

But they all have a couple things in common: 

They can be considered holes in the wall, 

and they’re all great places to eat."

                             Dan Myers Link

Ah Bob's! 

As an immigrant to Honolulu in the 1980's

I parked my taxi and ate here a lot!

Coming here today, I commune with Honolulu's

grittier, striving side. 

And reconnect with myself. 

Do you have a favorite

little place too? What is it called?

what do you eat there? 

What is a 'hole in the wall'

restaurant called 

where YOU live?

Check out Bob's 

extensive & exotic

menu Here

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Love You,

                            cloudia

Kalihi

"Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and

grow old wanting to get back to." John Ed Pearce

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"Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect!" Owens Lee Pomeroy

When I moved to Oahu from the Big Island, the neighborhood of Kalihi was Honolulu to me. To most visitors, heck – even to many locals- Kalihi is synonymous with industrial Nimitz Highway between the airport and Downtown. Most folks drive past the small factories, commercial businesses, docks, oil transport, and all the other necessities that most of us ignore without realizing that there is a gritty, but historic and homey neighborhood just blocks off the highway. Kalihi is working class and affordable, and (most importantly) it is a genuine neighborhood, perhaps Honolulu’s (or even Hawaii’s!) signature neighborhood – its lots more than a dusty highway! Kalihi Kai is the area makai (ocean-ward) of Nimitz Highway: little streets full of tiny, urban residences, the like of which are rarely seen this side of Hawaii 50 reruns on TV. At the shore one can look out at tiny Mokuea Island, which once was a flourishing Hawaiian fishing village, and is still visited by locals to fish or just get away from the city for a while. Between Nimitz and School Street (towards the mountains) is called Kalihi Waena, served by King Street and Dillingham Boulevard. Tiny, indispensable industries line Kalani and Colburn Streets. This is a tough urban enclave where successive waves of immigrants work hard, move up, and move on – possibly to lovely Kalihi Valley (Kalihi Uka) way up in the hills, where the Like Like Highway travels over the Ko`olau mountains like the Pali Highway’s poorer sister, ending in working class country-town Kaneohe, rather than the Pali’s rapidly gentrifying Kailua destination with it’s art galleries and beachfront homes. Being from Kalihi, saying that you graduated from Farrington High School, MEANS something in this town. It means that you are a down-to-earth person who has worked hard for all you ever got, and who never forgets where you came from. Yes, when I was fresh off the jet from Kona, Kalihi WAS my Honolulu, the bars, the jobs, the affordable housing, the amazing mix of people and cultures, the friends-for-life. That’s my Kalihi – food stands, happy-sticky children, the music, the great grassroots organizations like KOKUA Kalihi Valley, and the smell of diesel from Dillingham Blvd mixing with the Korean Kalbi Beef. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. If you go, especially check out Bob’s Barbecue at Dillingham & Waiakamilo, Mitsu Ken on School Street (go early in the day for garlic chicken!), or Papa Al’s favorite “classic hole-in-the-wall”, Ethel’s on Kalihi St. You GO Kalihi! You’ll always be special to me! . . .