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world. It wasn't what I wanted but I started thinking maybe Jessie was right. It was just a bang. Maybe I just got something I needed. And maybe Longboard needed it too. I was good for at least six weeks. And without a guy in tow, I just had to do everything in strides.
5 o'clock came and I was gone. Ginger Snap wasn't far from the office, maybe a little over a mile downtown on Nuuanu Ave. Parking was always the issue but otherwise I liked going to Ginger Snap . It was left of center. A lot of the busy-bee traffic that went on downtown was a block or two over on Fort Street Mall and Bishop. Every hotspot part of every central district had those few opportunistic businesses that were just on the outskirts--out of the action. That was Ginger Snap . Despite the name avenue, Nuuanu Avenue was a one-way street, so I had to round the block to see if I could get one of the few street-side parking places. I couldn't. But I just had a good feeling being back at that place. It was my hangout. I couldn't tell you how much time between then and my last visit but it was a while. I liked that part of Nuuanu. If you could ignore the skyscrapers in the background it almost felt like you were in a settlement town, like the setting of an old western. The sidewalks were skinny. And the buildings were brick. Everything was two stories. And you had storefront windows, the kind that actually let you steal a view at what was going on inside. It wasn't that big department store culture where mannequins in the window were made to look 'better' than you. It had that neon open sign hanging close enough that you could see it through a dark tinted window. I drove by to park in the paid lot that was at the end of Nuuanu, by the water. I had to walk back up the street with my sunglasses because the late afternoon sun liked to be at eye-level. As I walked up to the door, it was my first time to see the tiny word 'The' next to the big Ginger Snap . The bar was officially called The Ginger Snap . I posted a mental note on my corkboard.
The lounge looked narrow. But no one went there to sit on the first floor. Upstairs was the everything. Downstairs had the bar though. It was quaint, with seven stools. They had a limited selection of sushi and sashimi. And they had teas. And you could eat at the bar and watch the chefs make your meal. The specials were written on a blackboard, hung high on the redbrick wall behind the oval-shaped cooking area. The interesting thing was that the bar was upstairs. You could order tea from downstairs but if you wanted to get tight or loose, you had to go fish. There was no wait staff to bring you a drink. You had to go to the bar, order it and then take it to your seat. But downstairs had drink menus. The windows were dark tint downstairs and upstairs had no windows, which let them create their own ambiance. I liked it upstairs because it didn't pander to tourists. That means it wasn't trying to celebrate Hawaii. It was its own animal.
There was a large reproduced painting of Thomas MacDonough on the far wall. He was an American Naval Officer famous for his victory at the Battle of Lake Champlain, during the war of 1812. I only knew that because one night I was drunk enough to ask, but sober enough to remember. There were cowboy relics: stirrups; spurs; cowboy boots and a necklace made out of a snake's rattles hanging on the wall. There were some Hawaiian things though. A wood-finish Hawaiian longboard surfboard was mounted on the east wall and one on the west wall. The music was often Dizzy Gillespie, Otis Redding or Diana Ross. Downstairs was very Asian. Upstairs was very American. There were no chairs, only seven booths. The booths were all U-shaped with round tables in the middle. And they all had leather backing. But it
5 o'clock came and I was gone. Ginger Snap wasn't far from the office, maybe a little over a mile downtown on Nuuanu Ave. Parking was always the issue but otherwise I liked going to Ginger Snap . It was left of center. A lot of the busy-bee traffic that went on downtown was a block or two over on Fort Street Mall and Bishop. Every hotspot part of every central district had those few opportunistic businesses that were just on the outskirts--out of the action. That was Ginger Snap . Despite the name avenue, Nuuanu Avenue was a one-way street, so I had to round the block to see if I could get one of the few street-side parking places. I couldn't. But I just had a good feeling being back at that place. It was my hangout. I couldn't tell you how much time between then and my last visit but it was a while. I liked that part of Nuuanu. If you could ignore the skyscrapers in the background it almost felt like you were in a settlement town, like the setting of an old western. The sidewalks were skinny. And the buildings were brick. Everything was two stories. And you had storefront windows, the kind that actually let you steal a view at what was going on inside. It wasn't that big department store culture where mannequins in the window were made to look 'better' than you. It had that neon open sign hanging close enough that you could see it through a dark tinted window. I drove by to park in the paid lot that was at the end of Nuuanu, by the water. I had to walk back up the street with my sunglasses because the late afternoon sun liked to be at eye-level. As I walked up to the door, it was my first time to see the tiny word 'The' next to the big Ginger Snap . The bar was officially called The Ginger Snap . I posted a mental note on my corkboard.
The lounge looked narrow. But no one went there to sit on the first floor. Upstairs was the everything. Downstairs had the bar though. It was quaint, with seven stools. They had a limited selection of sushi and sashimi. And they had teas. And you could eat at the bar and watch the chefs make your meal. The specials were written on a blackboard, hung high on the redbrick wall behind the oval-shaped cooking area. The interesting thing was that the bar was upstairs. You could order tea from downstairs but if you wanted to get tight or loose, you had to go fish. There was no wait staff to bring you a drink. You had to go to the bar, order it and then take it to your seat. But downstairs had drink menus. The windows were dark tint downstairs and upstairs had no windows, which let them create their own ambiance. I liked it upstairs because it didn't pander to tourists. That means it wasn't trying to celebrate Hawaii. It was its own animal.
There was a large reproduced painting of Thomas MacDonough on the far wall. He was an American Naval Officer famous for his victory at the Battle of Lake Champlain, during the war of 1812. I only knew that because one night I was drunk enough to ask, but sober enough to remember. There were cowboy relics: stirrups; spurs; cowboy boots and a necklace made out of a snake's rattles hanging on the wall. There were some Hawaiian things though. A wood-finish Hawaiian longboard surfboard was mounted on the east wall and one on the west wall. The music was often Dizzy Gillespie, Otis Redding or Diana Ross. Downstairs was very Asian. Upstairs was very American. There were no chairs, only seven booths. The booths were all U-shaped with round tables in the middle. And they all had leather backing. But it
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