As I looked around the restaurant I noticed something very odd. All of the tables had at least one person wearing a Hawaiian shirt. WTF? So many oversized shirts in predictable patterns and bland colors. It looked like the employees from TraderJoes were having a company party. I started craving Joe Joe's candy cane cookies and wanted to ask one of them why they weren't available year round.
Dressing up in Suburban California means wearing a Hawaiin shirt. It's a whole different mindset than NYC where a vintage Hawaiian shirt would be retro and fun... but not taken seriously. Aloha from Suburbia! Glad to see that a SF Giants or 49ers tee is nowhere in sight, and I applaud that. I wanted to take a photo of the restaurant because I couldn't believe it. It felt like being at a luau, after all it was the entire restaurant wearing Hawaiian shirts - not just a few tables. Was this The Twilight Zone?
After a few glasses of wine, I realized my fashion sense may not be appreciated in these parts as all the floral patterns faded to the background like a camouflage backdrop. I decided then and there that I gotta find myself an attractive, hip Hawaiian shirt. It's gotta be out there... somewhere. Maybe I should go to Kohl's or Tommy Bahama's so I could join the ranks of the Suburban Hawaiian Shirt Militia? Well there's a great sale at H&M and there's always Kenneth Cole. What am I talking about? I forgot. I bought a fun, fitted retro Hawaiian shirt in NYC at Forever 21 (see photo) during my last trip. Now if I can only find my fanny pack...
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