Wailea Beach Walk is a mile and a half of paved trail that winds it’s way through the nicest beaches that Maui’s resort area has to offer. It's a short and pleasant stroll with plenty to appreciate.
...or rather, where we ate in Maui, but what kind of click-bait title would that be?
Mama’s Fishhouse is exactly the kind of restaurant you would hope exists in Hawaii. Sitting at the front, you’re treated to a view of a field of palms and crashing waves of the windward side of Maui.
It’s the only time we’ve ever seen the name of the fisherman who caught each dish on a menu. The fish are brought in each morning from around the island.
We decided on ono (caught by Joe Hobson trolling offshore from Peahi) seared in a Hana ginger panko crust with kalua pork fried rice, and the “traditional Hawaiian” which consisted of grilled mahi-mahi, octopus luau, big island wild boar lau-lau, ahi poke, baked rainforest banana, Molokai sweet potato, and fresh poi.
Most of our other meals were had on Maui’s South shore. Right next to our hotel, was the ‘Ami ‘Ami Bar & Grill, where we ate ahi tuna and macadamia encrusted mahi-mahi (an island favourite).
The liveliest restaurant has to be Monkeypod by Merriman. The menu is hardly traditional, but that didn’t bother us when we enjoyed our poke tacos and brussel sprout pizza on the patio lit by tiki torches.
When we needed a break from fish, we went to Joy’s Place, an unassuming vegetarian restaurant across from Kalama Beach Park. The live nut burger will forever change your concept of what a vegetarian burger can be.
For dessert, we had the “official” Hawaiian dessert/snack of shave ice from one of the many stands that face the park.
Our one regret? Not trying Spam musubi, a sushi-like snack sold across Hawaii consisting of cooked Spam over rice - which doesn't sound very appetizing, but, if it's good enough for Barry, it's good enough for us.
Each twist and turn along the Road to Hana offers the potential of adventure and awe. Some stops are obvious, and have a constant stream of tourists, others can be treacherous and frequented mostly by locals. We were excited to try a (allegedly well marked) hike off the beaten path that promised amazing views of a normally overlooked waterfall.
We drove back and forth a few times until we eventually parked at what we believed to be the trailhead. Upon entering the path, we quickly realized that our definition of “well marked” did not match the jungle that surrounded us.
After climbing over and under logs, sliding on wet rocks, and stumbling upon a swimming hole, we came to the conclusion that we were not on the hike we expected... even if we did come across a waterfall. We ran back to our car with a ridiculous amount of mosquitos in pursuit. - Alex