Day 93: La Cucaracha Mexican Bar

After spending the majority of my day basking in the sun on the deck at Duke's (where, sadly, the only tacos they serve come in flour tortillas), I realized it was time to turn my attention away from the Mai Tais and Pina Coladas in order to make sure I found a legitimate Mexican restaurant to get some tacos. I had randomly run into a buddy of mine while wandering along the beach the day before , and he recommended a taco joint he had seen that turned out to be just a few short blocks from my hotel. On a side note, probably the easiest way to get into the good graces of Senor Salty is to appear out of nowhere when I am in a strange city, ask how "that taco thing" is going, and recommend somewhere close by to get tacos (Cahill, you are awsome!). After a quick walk and two stops to ask directions (the last being at a store that sold bikinis for dogs. Yes you read correctly, bikinis for dogs), the Executive Producer and I (we had lost Larz by this point) managed to stumble upon La Cucaracha Mexican bar which, according to the sign out front, was home to the best tacos in Hawaii. We met up with Fiona at the restaurant (a travelling Auzzie who had been lucky enough to witness our Daily Taco shenanigans at the Royal Hawaiian yesterday, and became an instant Senor Salty fan) and ordered a round of Land Shark beers and a Jack Daniels and Coke (which is apparrently what travelling Auzzies drink). A quick perusal of the menu turned up an offering of tacos filled with Kahula pork (like you get at an "authentic" Hawaiian Luau), a taco creation I knew I couldn't pass up. Like carnitas with a tropical twist, the chunks of meat were sweet and tender. Served in soft corn tortillas alongside pinto beans, Kahula pork made for the quinticential Hawaiian taco experience.