For my whole life I’ve wanted to go to Hawaii. It was such a lucky trip thanks to generous people in my husband’s family. We needed a little break from our woes for a few days. (Still no job. Boo.)
When I e-mailed Damaris and Hannah about places to eat while we were in Oahu, both of them mentioned the shave ice on the North Shore. Of course, unless you live under a rock, you’ve heard of shave ice. This is special shave ice, mind you. It’s not a snow cone. No. It’s different and BETTER. Matsumoto is the place to go for shave ice. Don’t worry though, I’m on a mission to find good shave ice locally because I’ve heard there is some to be found.
There is always a line. A long line. But it moves quickly and is worth the wait. Besides, you need a lot of time to decide what flavors to get. Even then, you might change your mind as you order.
This guy was happy to be getting some shave ice while the anesthetic wore off from his minor procedure. Three stitches.
(These are tourists. Can you tell?)
I really like Haliewa, the historic town where you’ll find Matsumoto Shave Ice. By the way, it’ s prounounced hahlay-eva. It is a super busy, yet quaint little town. Most of the cars going down the main drag have surfboards on top of them. There are shrimp trucks everywhere. A certain someone wouldn’t stop so I could have some of the famous North Shore shrimp. Not that I’m holding a grudge or anything. Everyone seems to be wearing flip-flips and sunglasses. And you’ll see more skin than in a Victoria’s Secret catalog. You might also see more tattoos than you’ve ever seen in your life.
This inside is fun too. It used to be more of a grocery store, but as it became more popular food stuffs were pushed out in favor of t-shirts and memorabilia.
This guy would write down our order on the paper cone in shorthand and then we’d take it up to the counter and watch them make it.
Make sure you pay the extra $0.25 for the holder. It’s worth it. And make sure you try it at least once with the adzuki beans and ice cream. It was sooooo good.
They use large columns of ice and the machine pushes them down against whatever it is that shaves it. (I love it when I can find the words to describe technical things!) The girl was fast. I don’t know how many shave ices they churn out every few minutes, but it’s a lot.
Look how happy this guy is. Don’t you love his shirt? A special from Old Navy I bought for him 9 years ago as a joke. It turned out that he really loved the shirt and it’s been in his closet ever since. Though I’m sure he never thought he’d be wearing in Hawaii some day. Ah, memories.
(So, after I ate that gigantic shave ice, we drove down the road a little way to the Dole Pineapple Plantation and I ate a bowl of pineapple ice cream. You know, just because. More about that later. Also, my desktop PC got a virus the other day, so I’m without my photos. Lucky for you I have so many Hawaii posts waiting in queue! Ha. I hope they can fix my computer. Until then, I’m using a laptop we scored for a super deal.)