A DAY WITHOUT SUN (FOR US)

Yesterday's trip to Kailua resulted in my getting my neck and chest sunburned, so now I'm a real redneck.  So I decided to stay out of the sun today and not go to the beach. 

We had heard about this place that's supposed to have the best breakfast in Waikiki.  We tried to walk over there, but I thought it was on Kalakaua, and John didn't say that he thought it was on a different street.  After wandering around for quite awhile, I said that since I knew we had seen it from the bus, why didn't we just  get on the bus and get off when we saw it.  One of the desireable things about having a bus pass is that you can use it for a 2 block ride if you want to.  

We found the place, and the breakfast was good, but it became obvious that it was another altekocker heaven, though that could have been becasue Tuesday and Thursday are senior discount days.  Anyway, it was full of a whole bunch of people who looked like us.  The breakfast was pretty good -- we had corned beef hash with eggs.  And we might go back some night and have their salmon burger, which didn't look half bad.  Since it's an iconic place, I wanted to take a picture, only to discover I had left the camera card at home when I was sending pictures of my broken glasses to Jeffrey's Manhattan Eyeland. 

This afternoon I went to the Hawaiian fabric store, which is a treasure trove of Hawaiian and tropical print fabric.  I got some really nice stuff to make a tablecloth for the glass-topped table in the sunporch.  I have currently made it into a tablecloth in our room, though, just as at home, the table is always covered with so much junk, you can't see the cloth anyway. 

While I was out, I thought I'd walk around on King Street and discovered an Italian restaurant called Mediterraneo.  It looked cute, just a sort of a hole in the wall place on King Street. 

When I got home, I looked it up on Yelp and it had pretty good reviews, so we went there for dinner.  It was really wonderful.   

It's a tiny place, only 8 tables, and the food is really good.  Not that I don't like the Asian-influenced Hawaiian food, but it was nice to have something different.  I had chicken ravioli which was good, John had pasta di mare, which was excellent.  Our waiter was both charming and funny, and since there were only three tables full, we got a lot of attention.  He forgot to bring us our wine, and when we asked for it, he said it needed to age a little bit more.  Later he told us he works two jobs, he has a hair salon and this job, and tomorrow between jobs, he's getting married.  He and his girlfriend are having their second child in three weeks, so decided it was probably time.

The only sour note to the evening was that John lost his bus pass on the way to the restaurant, I guess, so we will have to spend about three hours tomorrow getting another one.  Probably means we won't go to Hanauma Bay tomorrow, but we still have time. 

We have rented a car to go to the North Shore on Monday. 

I'm going down now to see the Bikes in Waikiki, sort of a critical mass bike ride on Thursdays.  If I get any pictures, I'll post.