Dear reader, you know on those nights when you and your husband are trying to figure out what to eat and you finally narrow it down to two choices: Hawaiian or Korean, and no one is willing to budge beyond that point??
Well, Island Style is here to save the marriage.
It's fusion, dear reader...not hip, mincing fusion which makes you feel like a dolt for saying you'd prefer tap water when the correct response is sparkling, forcing the entire restaurant to inhale so sharply they choke on their purple carrots and all the candles flicker and die??
No, this is Island Style, where the guys call each other brah, the Hawaiian equivalent of bro, which is much cooler than bro but doesn't really affect me anyway since I'm not cool enough to use either.
This is the melting pot of all melting pots, this is where the first dish you see someone eating will be what you want to order because if you don't, you'll never stop wishing you did, this is where if you get the cold wheat noodles the cook will cut them up in front of you using a pair of kitchen scissors that could decapitate a moose.
This is where the kimchi will make you wish Willy Wonka had lived in Korea so you could be reading a book about a kimchi factory instead of a chocolate factory, so you could dream about kimchi grass, kimchi flowers, and an enormous kimchi river that the chubby boy would fall into and get sucked up a pipe to the radish room.
This is where you'll get the best fried rice of your life. Yes, your life. Don't roll your eyes like fried rice doesn't move you, like it's not purple carrots. Don't foist your ennui for fried rice upon the rest of us simply because you haven't tried it island style.
Don't be so jaded and world weary, brah.
Because you will leave Island Style feeling happy.
Why? Well, the food has a lot to do with it but there's something else...
Just go and you'll see what I mean.