Courtney, Kris and I recently had a girls weekend in Boise. Basically, that means we went shopping and ate well.
We tried to go to Brick 29 Bistro for lunch in Nampa, and they were closed. We were so bummed. If you’re ever in the area, definitely stop in there for lunch (weekdays only) or dinner. It’s fantastic food and they offer very unique cocktails.
Instead we ended up driving into Boise and heading to the Ono Hawaiian Cafe. The restaurant is very welcoming, with traditional Hawaiian music, framed art by Kim Taylor Reece, and servers dressed in Aloha shirts.
Kris and Court both ordered the Hukilau sandwich and fries, while I (as usual) immediately sought out anything with raw tuna. The Hukilau sandwich was ENORMOUS, piled high with smokey kalua pig and fried sweet onions, served with a 50/50 mix of sweet potato and traditional french fries.
(I promise, one day I’ll get a decent camera)
My shoyu poke was fanTASTIC, layered with seasoned seaweed salad and drizzled with a spicy mayo.
Very reasonable prices and authentic Hawaiian / Asian foods. I’m a fan, and will definitely be back.
After lunch, we went to a restaurant supply store and had our own private shopping trip with our rep. We picked out new salad bowls, plates, cups, pans and small wares, plus a few specialty ingredients to play with in the future. We then sped around the city hitting every favorite store within a 10-mile radius, finally deciding to head to dinner with an empty stomach and tired feet.
We attempted to go to Barbacoa and were dissed by the FOUR hostesses who just stared at us when we stated we wanted to eat in the lounge. I couldn’t help but ask “Are all four of you on the clock right now?” as they chatted and made no attempt to help us to find a table (even a stand-up bar table) for the three of us. My front gals were blown away by their lack of desire to help or be pleasant. I chalked it up to a learning experience. I’ll still go back to Barbacoa, if only because the atmosphere is one of the most impressive I’ve seen at an independent restaurant.
We went to our usual restaurant downtown instead, Chandler’s, who were ready and willing to wine and dine us.
The service was excellent, the live music was jazzy and not overbearingly loud, and the food was delicious. This place is one of my favorites. Even Whitey claims that they make one of the best steaks he’s ever had.
We went back to our hotel and attempted to swim, but it was crowded with kids and we were buzzed and tired. (Don’t worry, Courtney drove us back to the hotel — she’s pregnant and offered to be our driver for the night)
The next day, we put on our shopping hats again and headed to the mall. Each of us on a mission, we loaded up with prizes for our significant others and then went to Joe’s Crab Shack for lunch.
It’s a chain restaurant, and they do what they do very well.
We also ordered Clam Chowder and Lobster Bisque with a couple of Bloody Mary cocktails. My body was not into it, though. All of the rich foods from the night before ruined me, and I was only able to take a couple of bites before giving up. I probably should have ordered a head of lettuce and a gallon of ice water to detox.
We arrived home in Baker, unloaded our prizes, and slept off a very busy weekend in our own comfy beds.