Less fancy but perhaps equally satisfying things ingested
on this trip.

Hank's Haute Dogs, Coral St. - I think this has been
featured on TV or something: the greatest dogs on the
planet, something like that. There's a new location on
Waikiki, but I figured that for a chance at the specials,
I'd best go to the original. Sadness - the special was a
buffalo bratwurst, something that somehow doesn't turn my
head. So I had a Portuguese, onion rings extra well, and
a lilikoi lime drink. The sausage was okay, a bit bland
and a bit stale-tasting (the standard order here revolves
around a Chicago Vienna Beef); the drink was really nice;
the rings were absolutely awesome. Numerous thumbs up for
these. The guy sitting next to me remarked, hyperbolically,
"have you ever paid ten bucks for a hot dog?" Turns out
that Jim is hurting from the economy, being a real estate
guy. Wonder what he was doing paying a saw for a hot dog
lunch. The reason I made the pilgrimage was rumors of
lobster dogs, duck and foie gras dogs, interesting stuff.
I'm not sure that the buzz was lived up to. Actually, I'm
sure it wasn't.

Snapper's, Ala Moana Blvd. - for starters, this is an iDine
place. For finishers, it served me a burger that was the
equal of Teddy's, plus it serves beer. For in betweens, the
bartender looked like my friend Georgia, only twenty years
younger, that is to say quite cute indeed in an Irish way.
As the Series was on, I sat there at the bar swilling
Guinnesses (followed by some local pale ale). Got the
aforementioned burger and was greatly gratified. It was
about the size of a single Teddy's and tasted almost as
good - it was leaner and therefore less flavorful, but,
big but, it came medium-rare. The wings and nachos look
really good, too. Oh, yeah, they let me plug in my laptop
behind the bar.

Off the subject. What's Peat Marwick doing contributing a
megabuck to a program dedicated to revive baseball in the
inner city? There are better ways, I think, to spend one
with six zeroes.

Bussed it back to the airport, a lengthy but inexpensive
proposition, and had an hour to waste on the T-Mobile,
followed by hot-footing it to gate 9 for boarding. Whoops,
I guess I was in a dyslexic mood, and the flight was really
departing from gate 6, where I arrived as the agent
announced zone 2.