Trader Joe's has become a weekend ritual for us. We really can't admit this without shame. Weekends used to be times to climb mountains or party endlessly. Now, we must wake up early on Saturdays, or TJ's parking lot will be full.

A little evasion from our dull life--beside TJ's two buck chuck--has come lately from Hukilau, the Hawaiian place just down the street from our TJ, on Masonic at Geary. Not that the place is particularly scenic, to be true. It is rather non-descript, with TVs turned on and a large bar counter in the main room. We remember the place as an Irish pub a while ago, and Hukilau got to keep the full bar license. But the food has proved remarkably good, especially for the price, and especially when seated on the terrace.

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Ed. Note: Sorry this is a day late, folks. Entirely the fault of this editor, so don't go blaming SFist Cedric.