In an idyllic, sparsely inhabited town named Hawi on Hawaii's Big Island, there's a breezy restaurant in a converted plantation house. I can't remember the name, but it doesn't matter, as it's practically the only eating place for miles, tucked in a lush tropical forest after you leave the lava fields, a discovery everyone who passes by inevitably makes. Its bright-green paint reels drivers in like a beacon. Even if you already had lunch, you need to stop in, take a breath, stroll through the swinging screen doors, and hear the wind chimes tinkle and the floorboards creak beneath your feet. And the food: a lot of fish, the bright crunch of colorful vegetables, scoops of rice, and a coconut curry sauce about which I curse myself nightly for not buying the recipe book... More >>>