June 24, 2015
When I think of our two days on Moloka’i, a few foods really come to mind. And by come to mind, I mean, HAUNT ME IN MY DREAMS. I just want to go back and eat these items every meal, every day. Sure, there would be more of me to love. Maybe chip away a few years of my life. But it would be worth it one hundred percent.

Dave’s Ice Cream. We passed Dave’s after our first stop at the Friendly Market, and upon seeing the banner, I asked, “Is that true? Is it really the best ice cream in Hawaii?” To which Cody replied, “I don’t know, I’ve never been!”

WELL. Another thing I think is so essential to traveling, and especially traveling with someone else, is doing the undone – even if it’s something as simple as trying an ice cream shop on an island with few restaurants. The unknown is an essential part of the adventure.

(Do you like how this ice cream makes me wax all poetic? GUYS, it’s just really good.)

Our first visit, I got a two-scooper in a waffle cone with caramel macadamia nut and coconut ice cream. Cody got the same, with chocolate mud cake and haupia flavor. They were both drool-between-licks good. Seriously. Caramel mac nut and coconut were still my favorite after our second stop-by (I make it sound casual, but we were only there two days… so you do the math) but Cody had kulolo (a Hawaiian dessert similar to mochi made out of taro) flavor the second time, which was his favorite. We had a running joke this whole Hawaii trip that everything Cody ate was phenomenal until he tried my selection… and what I chose was much better. Hahaha. I guess I just know how to EAT.

But in reality, you cannot go wrong at Dave’s Ice Cream. It could be the low-key set-up, or maybe the cool, sticky sweetness to contrast the warm embrace of the island humidity around you, but this ice cream is believably the best in Hawaii. The richness and smooth consistency delivering island flavors are like a rising tide in your MOUTH. That’s one wave I’d ride, people. Cause who doesn’t want to find little mac nuts or shredded coconut popping up in their ice cream to say hello?

OH DAVE’S. I gotta stop, ’cause now I want one. Or two. Or five.

The other Moloka’i must is the hot bread run. Any local will tell you this is the thing to do after nine p.m. If you’re into adventures and carbs (can I get an amen out there?) this is a stop for you. Hot bread is not only delicious, but a total cultural experience.

Kanamitsu’s Bakery on main is a darling little place full of baked goods to greet the day, but what really matters is what happens around back when the sun goes down. (Does this sound sketchy? It should. It’s awesome.) From about 8 p.m. to 3 a.m., the backdoor of this bakery sells hot bread – literally hot loaves of sweet bread, sliced in half (hot-dog style) and filled with your choice of fixings. If it sounds like heaven, it’s because it is.

It has a sort of insider, speakeasy feel to the whole experience. You park your car and walk down an alley, and find yourself at a small window. You exchange cash, and are given access into the greatest club on the island. Club HOT BREAD. As if the walk down the dark alley weren’t colorful enough, you can also enjoy sweet aunties and uncles swapping story and laughing together, waiting on their weekly (or for some, nightly) hot bread. On our run, I was particularly impressed that those from neighboring islands, with one day on the island for work took time out of their travel schedule to do the hot bread run.

Simply put, if you’re on Moloka’i and it’s night, it’s a must.

The bread is DELICIOUS itself, but filled with toppings (we chose cinnamon, butter, and cream cheese) you are taken to a whole new level. It is one of the best things I have ever eaten, period. I crave it all the time.

The taste was also sweetened by the good company we shared, and the fact that we were still snacking on it later laying in a hammock under some of the brightest stars we’ve ever seen. (Cause yeah, the loaves are that big. They’re infant-sized. Cause we wanted to test-drive being parents. JUST KIDDING. We just wanted to eat a lot of flawless bread. Mission accomplished.)

Am I the only one who still craves food after even short visits? Because, holy cow. I really, really do, people. What’s the best food experience YOU’VE ever had on your travels?


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