It was tough being a kid from the mainland spending summers on the island of Oahu. My aunties, uncles and cousins were always teasing me, my brothers and sister about how funny we talked. Being a “ko-tonk” in Hawaii wasn’t easy but I got to eat delicious local Hawaiian foods. My fondest memories are of chasing the manapua truck through Waipahu, eating crackseed from GEM, and of course, shaved ice. The best of times were spent with my cousins at our beach house in Punaluu – eating saimin at midnight, gambling with the aunties, picking ogo with Mom and Dad at Ewa beach and watching Kikaida on TV.

I’ve always dreamt of running a restaurant and when the time came, I thought back to those summers in Punaluu. My hope is to bring the flavors and memories (minus the mosquitoes) of those Hawaiian summers to the mainland.

I hope you enjoy our food – a little Hawaii and a little California – blending the best of both great places.

Mahalo and enjoy . . .