All six of us were hungry for hamburgers and Hula Pie, but we had an hour wait just to sit down at Hula Grill – the informal side with chairs and tables in the sand. I made an executive decision and checked the adjoining restaurant. That side served Hula Pie and is run by the same company. The last time we ate there it was delicious and elegant.
The beadboard wall featured an elegant Hawaiian wall hanging quilt. Some of the tables have white tablecloths. Ours had placemats. I looked at the menu; nothing looked totally definable, and the prices were fairly elegant as well.
Ever since I heard the silly guinea pig travelers, the Roadents, arguing about getting fish tacos at the Beef Barn, I order fish tacos almost every time we travel somewhere.
It’s festive somehow. The fish tacos tasted great at Lalanis across the mall from Hula Grill.
Hula Grill, the informal side, also has amazing fish tacos. I found the perfect solution at the expensive Hula Grill side – Poke Ahi tuna tacos. I was somewhat irritated at myself for not reading carefully enough to notice that there was a wasabi drizzle on top, but I figured I could cope with a little spice or scrape it off. Hula Grill, the informal side, has spicy salsa so tasty that I purchased some for gifts last time I came here. So I was prepared to experiment.
When the tacos arrived, the red stuff inside concerned me somewhat, but I figured they added peppers or some vegetable. I bit into it. The first thing I noticed was that even though it tasted like fish, the whole thing felt cold and somewhat squishy. I jolted, and probably made a face.
“Is this raw?” I asked my husband.
“Yes, it was in the raw section of the menu,” he answered. He probably thought, “Didn’t you notice that enormous printing in the heading?”
“But there were other things in that section that weren’t raw,” Darrel added kindly.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I said.
“It wasn’t what I expected,” Carol said backing me up.
I asked for a box, and ate the guacamole. I told the waiter I would go home and cook it. Glen suggested that it might have microbes. Connie made a funny face. She hates microbes.
I waited for Hula Pie.
V told me to leave the boxed microbes behind when we left Hula Grill.
Moral of the story: If you don’t know the meaning of the word on the menu, think twice before you order it, or possibly Google the word to make sure it doesn’t mean “raw fish.” 🙂