Hours before our flight leaving the Big Island was supposed to board, I had a massive craving for loco moco, trigged by the sudden realization that I’d been in Hawaii for a week and had yet to have that particular feast of carbs.
A nearby search led us towards 808 Grindz, tucked in a somewhat unexpected shopping center adjacent to downtown. Enough people had made their way there, though, and plenty had signed the walls in Sharpie with the mainland cities where they were coming from.
The man working there was friendly, and he almost managed to tempt me with some of the other specials being offered that day, namely the adobo rice. I held my ground and went with the corned beef moco.
Our servings were massive, but we must have been pretty hungry because we cleaned our plates. A mountain of rice piled high with corned beef and topped with a couple of fried eggs made for a really heavy meal, but after a day of beach activities or hiking, we were ready for it.