Interesting night. After work and hanging with the family, I ran an errand before heading down to Sand Island Sports Bar, where some of the boys from work played music along with a couple other bands. My first time there. The place wasn't huge, but it was just the right size for people who just want to rock the stage with some good, hard R&B. Best part was it was free, but almost as good was the fact that there were some solid musicians on stage. I don't know their names, but they are what I consider another version of those ballers at the basketball courts around town who you know played some great hoops in high school, maybe not ... but they're still talented, still doing what they love whether they get paid or not.
That was the vibe last night at that bar. These guys were real good, but they didn't care if they were being watched by a big crowd or a little one.
After that, I had just enough time to make a pit stop at Taiyo Ramen (closing time 3 a.m.) to enjoy some noodles and gyoza. But once I sat down, chicken curry on rice called out to me. I still got the gyoza — the best in Hawaii — and enjoyed myself. But on a sad note, I brought home leftovers, including two gyozas. This morning, I looked in the fridge to make this my breakfast, but the goodies weren't there. Alas, I forgot to put them in the fridge last night. They sat on a counter, undeniably ruined.
I might have to make a run to Taiyo tonight on the way home. They close "early" on Sundays (9 p.m.), but I am still longing for more gyoza, and maybe some miso ramen.
Here's a truly great blog about ramen in Kyushu, land of my ancestors (on mom's side).
Cosmic Buddha: Kyushu Ramen Tour
I would love to follow this guy's footsteps on a ramen tour.
That was the vibe last night at that bar. These guys were real good, but they didn't care if they were being watched by a big crowd or a little one.
After that, I had just enough time to make a pit stop at Taiyo Ramen (closing time 3 a.m.) to enjoy some noodles and gyoza. But once I sat down, chicken curry on rice called out to me. I still got the gyoza — the best in Hawaii — and enjoyed myself. But on a sad note, I brought home leftovers, including two gyozas. This morning, I looked in the fridge to make this my breakfast, but the goodies weren't there. Alas, I forgot to put them in the fridge last night. They sat on a counter, undeniably ruined.
I might have to make a run to Taiyo tonight on the way home. They close "early" on Sundays (9 p.m.), but I am still longing for more gyoza, and maybe some miso ramen.
Here's a truly great blog about ramen in Kyushu, land of my ancestors (on mom's side).
Cosmic Buddha: Kyushu Ramen Tour
I would love to follow this guy's footsteps on a ramen tour.
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