Okay guys, let’s talk breakfast in Waikiki. Seriously, way too many spots and my stomach was already grumbling at 7 AM. No fancy research this time, just my gut feeling and walking around Kalakaua Avenue.
The Hunger Kicked In Fast
First, I smelled bacon – powerful stuff, near the ABC Store close to Duke’s statue. Saw a tiny place crammed with tourists shuffling plates. Grabbed a menu. Looked chaotic, prices jacked up for basic eggs. Nope, kept walking.
Local Vibes FTW
Turned into a side street toward Kuhio Avenue. Passed a shiny hotel buffet. $35 for scrambled eggs? Nah. Then heard real Hawaiian music. Followed it to this hole-in-the wall joint with plastic chairs and zero tourists. Elderly uncle behind the counter nodding at locals. This felt right.
Checked the menu:
- Loco Moco: Beef patty, egg, gravy on rice. Heavy but classic.
- Acai Bowl: Piled with fruit. Good, but I wanted hot food.
- Breakfast Plate: Eggs, Portuguese sausage, rice. Simple.
Ordering Moves & Eating
I asked Uncle: “What’s busiest this morning?” He pointed at loco moco. Done. Paid cash (cheaper). Watched him slam that patty on the grill. Grabbed my styrofoam plate, sat sweating by a planter box. Took one bite – gravy soaked into rice, runny egg yolk everywhere. Messy heaven. Total cost? Less than $12.
Epic Win & Takeaways
Best breakfast I had all week. My tips for your turn:
- Follow smells or music – skip tourist traps near the beach.
- Peek inside first – if it’s all matching Hawaiian shirts, run.
- Ask locals or staff – they know what’s fresh and fast.
- Go simple – eggs/rice/sausage never fails here.
Glad I trusted that bacon smell to be a warning. Perfect start before hitting the waves!
