Kids Eating Shave Ice
Just in case you were wondering what that sounded like
Toward the end of our first on day Kauai, we managed to find The Fresh Shave, a little trailer parked in a patch of gravel alongside Highway 530 in Kalaheo that we’d read about in Lonely Planet Kauai. It’s run by a couple from California, so it doesn’t quite manage to bring the island-native vibe (tending a little, with its sticker-mustaches and vintage trailer, to the Northwest-hipstery side), but it’s delicious and excellent stuff nonetheless — all local and organic fruits and ingredients, an excellent treat after a long day at the beach.
Incidentally, it should be noted that at six bucks a pop, Rebecca and I chose to forgo ordering for ourselves, so as you listen to this, and gaze at these photos (or scroll through Fresh Shave on Instagram), just imagine what it felt like for us, and feel our pain. Parenthood — it’s all about the sacrifices.
And by the way, if you do make it to Kauai and go looking for shave ice, I think we’d all give a slight edge to Loco Coco on the shave-ice front; it’s also a little trailer in a parking lot, this one just outside Kukuila Market (a lovely little family-run grocer in Koloa that kept us all well fed — and well-beered — for the majority of our trip), and was, at least for us, just a little mo bettah, as they say.
And if you find yourself there — or for that matter, even if you don’t — you absolutely must pick up a poke bowl from Makai Sushi, which is probably the best food I’ve ever had in my entire life. But now I’m seriously digressing.
Anyway, on to the soothing sounds of childhood ice-treat consumption.