Hubby and I were starving after his doctor appointment. He fasted before blood work that morning, and I had walked for an hour. By lunch we were impatient and hungry. A light bulb blinked on in his head about a steak place. He told me they were quick, even though the place was packed, and we would get the food to go. They had just a few plates, and the menu was not extensive.
Picture this. I'm famished. Obviously he is too. He says STEAK to a confessed carnivore. He happens to like some nice steak places. In my mind I had an expectation or at least a general idea of the kind of establishment where we might stop. In his mind he thought we were going somewhere that would meet my hunger needs. So he pulls up here.
"This is where you're taking me?!?!????" I recognized the building. It's along the access road between Pearl Harbor Naval Station and Hickam Air Force Base. It's not anywhere that ever flashed EAT HERE at me. It reminded me of bar with no windows. The square sign reads "STEAK OUT Pearl Harbor's Best Kept Secret.
"You're gonna love it!" he announced. He jumped out of the car. I sat there with my mouth in an "O" shape, in shock. I might have followed him and dragged him back to the car, but Son2 was sleeping in the back seat.
I sat there thinking, ok, either way this is going to be something to blog about. Either I am going to love it, and it's going up on The Farmer Files, or I am going to hate it and it is so going up on The Farmer Files. I felt some consolation. I tried my best for a passenger seat shot from a weird angle. The shot was tough. The parking spaces were painted on the diagonal. People kept coming and going on my camera screen, but I finally snapped an exterior shot without any people. Well, some people must sure love this place because the door kept swinging open and closed, with folks carrying lots of take out bags.
Several minutes later Hubby returned. He swung out through the door, armed with take out. I suppressed any images of swinging saloon shutter doors from the old West. Again, he told me I was going to love it, with a confident smile.
We arrived home. I laid Son2 down for a nap in his crib while Hubby unpacked lunch in the kitchen.
He ordered the 21 ounce for him and the 11 ounce for me. We split the larger portion of meat, and still didn't finish. Rice, the Hawaiian food staple, and salad were snuggled into the box. They weren't anything to write home about. Now the meat, that was a completely different story. The meat was savory. It was a bit sweet, probably from shoyu, because it's used in all Hawaiian food. The meat was also peppery, tender, and juicy. It was surprisingly delicious. The Steak Out delivered a pleasing lunch, for lunch. It was what it was, lunch and not a high falootin'- tootin'-I'm-getting-a-babysitter-so-I-can-eat-steak-with-a-knife-in-peace, kind of place. It was definitely some place I am glad I tried, though.
Picture this. I'm famished. Obviously he is too. He says STEAK to a confessed carnivore. He happens to like some nice steak places. In my mind I had an expectation or at least a general idea of the kind of establishment where we might stop. In his mind he thought we were going somewhere that would meet my hunger needs. So he pulls up here.
"This is where you're taking me?!?!????" I recognized the building. It's along the access road between Pearl Harbor Naval Station and Hickam Air Force Base. It's not anywhere that ever flashed EAT HERE at me. It reminded me of bar with no windows. The square sign reads "STEAK OUT Pearl Harbor's Best Kept Secret."You're gonna love it!" he announced. He jumped out of the car. I sat there with my mouth in an "O" shape, in shock. I might have followed him and dragged him back to the car, but Son2 was sleeping in the back seat.
I sat there thinking, ok, either way this is going to be something to blog about. Either I am going to love it, and it's going up on The Farmer Files, or I am going to hate it and it is so going up on The Farmer Files. I felt some consolation. I tried my best for a passenger seat shot from a weird angle. The shot was tough. The parking spaces were painted on the diagonal. People kept coming and going on my camera screen, but I finally snapped an exterior shot without any people. Well, some people must sure love this place because the door kept swinging open and closed, with folks carrying lots of take out bags.
Several minutes later Hubby returned. He swung out through the door, armed with take out. I suppressed any images of swinging saloon shutter doors from the old West. Again, he told me I was going to love it, with a confident smile.
We arrived home. I laid Son2 down for a nap in his crib while Hubby unpacked lunch in the kitchen.
He ordered the 21 ounce for him and the 11 ounce for me. We split the larger portion of meat, and still didn't finish. Rice, the Hawaiian food staple, and salad were snuggled into the box. They weren't anything to write home about. Now the meat, that was a completely different story. The meat was savory. It was a bit sweet, probably from shoyu, because it's used in all Hawaiian food. The meat was also peppery, tender, and juicy. It was surprisingly delicious. The Steak Out delivered a pleasing lunch, for lunch. It was what it was, lunch and not a high falootin'- tootin'-I'm-getting-a-babysitter-so-I-can-eat-steak-with-a-knife-in-peace, kind of place. It was definitely some place I am glad I tried, though.
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