Pancakes with a Side of Kidney
Monday night we decided to give my aunt and uncle a break and head out to Waikiki with my cousin Leah and her husband Scott. It was a nice change from the low-key days of drinking coffee out on the lanai, lolling around the beaches and perusing shops along the North Shore.
And the great thing about being on an island – albeit a different part of the island – is that there’s still a beach.
There’s always a beach.
And an ocean.
The evening was fun, with a couple bar hops and a delectable sushi dinner at Sansei.
It was breakfast the next morning, however, that proved to be the highlight of our over-nighter in Waikiki.
We’d heard about a restaurant called Mac 24-7 from that disgusting show on the Food Network (Man V. Food) where the guy travels around stuffing his face with as much food as he can find. It’s so gross, we can’t help but watch it. One of his challenges was to finish a stack of 3, 14-inch pancakes at Mac’s. Do that, and you earn yourself a spot on the Wall of Fame. Easier said than done.
Anyway, the 4 of us thoroughly enjoyed indulging in our various delicacies of choice:
Eggs Benedict Royale for me…
Mac Attack (with pancakes topped with pineapple, macadamia nuts and toasted coconut with coconut syrup) for the hubs…
Toasted buttermilk waffle with strawberries and whipped cream for Leah…
And the infamous 14-inch Mac Daddy pancakes for Scott (“The Elvis”, topped with bacon, bananas, and a peanut butter syrup-type substance).
Between heaping mouthfuls of pure goodness, we chatted with our server a bit about the area. He was an extremely friendly man named Jose.
Turns out Jose has worked at Mac’s since 1980!
And he had the most interesting story to share.
In 2002, Jose had a regular customer – a rather brusque man who always seemed to be in a hurry. When the customer came in to eat after neglecting to show up for his regular meal for a few weeks, Jose asked him where he’d been. The man told him he was very sick and had just been put on the list to receive a kidney donation.
Long story short, Jose learned he was a match as a doner and actually donated his own kidney to the man. Talk about superior customer service.
This is the type of person I’m always grateful to meet – warm, cheerful, and automatically puts those around him at ease. Even though I only knew him for an hour, Jose is someone I’ll never forget.
And he makes a mean latte.
You can read Jose’s story here.
And in case you’re wondering, Scott did not earn a spot on the Wall of Fame.
Nice try, Scott. Nice try.