Gimme something Old School. When I find a spot by reputation that sells good OG Pulehu ribs, I'm going to that place if only Siri can navigate me to it. Begin the adventure to drive cuz I didn't know where it was. But I hit Kau Kau Grill shortly after they opened on Saturday.
Definitely do want to try their barbecue ribs, roast pork and gravy and their salmon belly with kama someday but I took that specific trip to Māpunapuna, in the industrial area of town that has a faded sign and maybe 3 parking stalls for, PULEHU RIBS. They must do a decent lunch time walk in crowd because they close at 2:00 and parking is minimal, although I managed to get the last spot.
Not only are the guys affable and genuinely kind hearted, they are super fast with packing up the plates as I barely collected my change and the 2 pulehu boxes were packaged hot and ready to go. Friendliness is desperately lacking especially in joints that think they make a good plate of food. Often service is mundane depending on their level of narcissism on any given day. But not here at Kau Kau Grill. Genuinely sweet crew. Plus, I'm glad that they mentioned that they are moving to Sand Island very soon because this is a place I plan to go to again. Although I cannot indulge in this kine meal, as much as I would like to any more, it is well worth the trip for me to go to Sand Island from Nu'uanu where I live.
Forget the restaurants that serve steak. Because for the same price as the modest portion of Bob's BBQ rib steak, Kau Kau gives a ton of meat, white rice to last for two meals plus spaghetti, "mac" salad. Talk about OG! As many people have said, WYKYK.
Don't talk to me about the meat being a bit fatty. Particular cuts need that amount of fat to distribute a deliciousness of pure meat flavor, and without it, this cut would be a little tough to eat. Yes, it is on the chewier side but iffen you neva listened to yo ma about brushing you teefs and you don't have at least yo front choppers, don't blame me, cuz dats on you. Yes, it's toothsome. Just enough to make you feel like a cave dweller chompin' and chewin' your way through this carnivore's delight. The cut is not what I consider to be tough to eat, but it is munchy, pupu level ono. Salty enough, without sugary sweet sauce or tons of garlic to mask any flavors. The two main ingredaments needed for pulehu beef, SALT AND FIRE! Yessah, the Holy Ghost descended upon me while driving home and sprinkled me with the faith and promises held insigh dat package and dang it, if I didn't have to pull over and dig my fat, stubby greedy fingers into one plate (I bought one plate for me and one for my big brother) to sampo. While I was chewing on a wonderful, slightly gristly, meaty, fire flamed bite, I was already scoping out which other "small" bite I needed to mark for my second piece. Fortunately, there were no small pieces so I visually sonar-ed into the next big chunk and I deftly reached for the second piece. Mmmmm. Slurped my fingas in the loudest, most grosses-like, rude manner possible. The cars that passed by me be damned, eh look all you like, I no shame!
I couldn't even stop for a mouf-ful of rice and spaghetti-Mac salad but after the second chonk of heavenly chomping and gulping, I closed the box so I could finish lunch at home. Before starting my car again, I said "who am I kidding?" and I open the box again for my third meaty, beefy piece. It was so worff it.
Now truth be told, I'm not a huge Mac salad fan. If I can't get green salad instead, I usually just throw it away. How many places put way too much onion or planny wet mayo and it's not even Kewpie mayo so why bother? But having said that, it was a pretty decent spaghetti Mac salad. And while I didn't eat, all of it, there was nothing offensive about it and most people would enjoy it. It did have a good mild flavor. It was not over salted or (eek) sugared! C'mon, you know very well that places drizzle sweet pickle juice on the stuffs. Yuck.
"Old School" pulehu ribs is a sadly dying tradition. Tradition that puts meat and beef flavor ahead of all else. Meat, salt and fire. That's it. Pau and done. Kau Kau Grill does this right. P.S. Guys, I lied about the 2nd plate being for my bro. He lives in Florida. I ate 'em bofe. read more