I lament about very few things in life, but there is something dear to my heart that I have lost – Waiola’s Shaved Ice (Shave Ice as the locals call it). I had it (large or extra large just to keep details straight) up to three times a day often in the same visit. Its smooth, almost creamy texture was like having ice cream, but without a violent lactose reaction following (you have to be Asian to understand this). I know it was just ice and flavoring for heaven’s sakes (haupia and mango to be exact), but the way it slid across my tongue was pure bliss.
I have tried some replacements with little success: chewing on a mouthful of ice and fruit, crushed potato chips in a cup with coconut milk, a bowl of corn starch with flavoring. I even thought about powered soap, but common sense took over.
Yes, there are shaved ice places in California, but it is just like having a regular snow cone. Nothing here seems to replace the delicate, sensual experience of a Waiola’s Shaved Ice.
This just goes to show you, you do not need bells and whistles to be successful in this world. You just need to do something better than everyone else. This is like posture and body language if you do it well it will become the one standout experience in someone’s mind.
Mahalo Waiola’s