In search for an impromptu brunch spot on a rather slow Sunday, we decided to forego busy Waikiki, for a laid back experience at Mud Hen Water.
The mainland United States might only now be figuring out what the heck poke is. Hawaii, though, has had a love affair with this simple dish for some time now.
I’m no cook, I just eat a lot. True story. So when she asked if I wanted to attend a cooking class at 3660 on the Rise, it was with thought that I asked my series of follow up questions. Of course, there was the prerequisite questions of who, what, and where…but most important to me was the question that involved the what. I asked, “What will I need to do at this cooking class?” and she said, “watch him cook and then eat.” I was in. “OK, let’s go cook.” I said.