It's a Good Thing That Calories Don't Count on Vacation

Loco moco: rice, beef patty, eggs, and brown gravy

Both my brother and I had body clocks that were still on Pacific Daylight Time, and we left the house at 5:30 to walk to Waikiki for an early morning coffee. We sat for a while and talked story.

Let's have breakfast, he said, and after hearing my glowing report about Liliha Bakery at the International Market Place , we waited for the doors to open at 7 a.m.

My brother had the pork belly, eggs, and rice, while I had the loco moco. (I had two loco moco's on the July trip; I'm trying to cut back.)

Adequately fortified, we headed home to pack for the trip back to California.