When I was little we used to drive by a Suburban Polynesian restaurant. "floor show nightly" in neon w dancing hula girls marquee I was young and thought this must a very sophisticated restaurant. I might also have gotten my Ernest Hemingway mixed up with Paul Gauguin. I always thought we should go there for dinner sometime, but one or the other or Both parents said "lock your doors." Imagine, I grew up and we went to a Chinese restaurant that had pupu platter appetizers. I didn't know what this is, but it vaguely reminded of a tiki bar, and when the serving came out with deep fried chicken wings, regular egg rolls and Mozzarella Stix ( yes, probably spelled with an X) it was a wee disappointment.
All this to say, this is my RSVP. I'm in -- Best foot forward, ok, clean hands forward. Not sure what I might bring yet. It probably won't be a pupu platter, however, if this is someone else's special dish I think it's a swell idea
