Cassandra N.
Yelp
If you've ever wondered what it feels like to dine inside a live episode of National Geographic: Termite Edition, look no further than Ama Ama. Imagine sitting down at a "fine dining" table, only to realize you're sharing your meal with a full-on termite swarm--fluttering around your head, crawling across your menu, and crash-landing on your forks. Nothing says "aloha" quite like brushing bugs out of your wine glass.
The ambiance? Well, if you enjoy screaming children echoing across every surface like a live daycare performance, you're in luck. Forget romantic oceanfront dining--this is more like eating in a Chuck E. Cheese with a $130 tasting menu.
But wait, the experience starts before you even get to your table. To reach the restaurant, you must trek through the pool area, which reeks of chlorine and eau de toddler pee. It's the olfactory equivalent of a public restroom at summer camp. By the time you arrive at the table, you're already craving a shower.
The food? Slightly above mediocre. Think: plated pretty enough for Instagram, but tasting like something a mid-tier country club might serve at a wedding buffet. Not offensive, but not even close to worth the hype, price, or the live-insect entertainment package.
To be fair, the server and assistant were absolute gems--kind, warm, and patient saints who deserve hazard pay for working in a dining room that doubles as a termite mating ground. They were the only bright spot in an otherwise abysmal evening.
And here's the kicker: Disney's quality hasn't been Disney-quality in well over a decade--it's been a full-on dumpster fire. The only reason we even gave Ama Ama a shot is because on that side of Oahu the dining options are few and far between.