Chauncey G.
Yelp
On the culinary map of Kaua'i, Hanalei is already a jewel. But if you follow the curve of the main road just right, past surf shops and sun-faded shaka signs, you'll eventually arrive at a place you'd never think to look for greatness: a modest shopping center where one might buy a lava lamp shaped like King Kamehameha or a vintage dashboard hula girl.
Tucked behind it, almost like a secret passed from one hungry soul to another, sits Ama Ramen.
It was my sister and her husband--our steadfast guides on this gastronomic pilgrimage across the island--who brought us here. And let me be clear: they haven't steered us wrong once. If they told me to eat seaweed off a lava rock, I'd ask for a second helping.
We were seated on the back lawn, the golden hour draping everything in a dreamy amber light, as if Hanalei itself were leaning in to hear what we'd order. I went with a Dark and Stormy, brooding and bright in all the right ways. My wife ordered the Mai Tai, a lovely rendition--though let's be honest, the best one on the island still resides at The Plantation House in Lihue (but I digress).
Then came Zane.
Every good restaurant has a Zane--equal parts server, oracle, and enthusiastic co-conspirator. When I asked what he recommended, he leaned in and said: "Chicken ramen... but add green curry."
A curious suggestion. But I was intrigued. And hungry.
Moments later, the bowl arrived, steaming and aromatic, promising warmth and complexity. The first bite delivered. Then the second confirmed. By the third, I was lost in a world of velvety broth, fragrant curry, tender chicken, and noodles that knew exactly what they were doing.
It was unexpected. It was perfect. It was the kind of dish you don't just eat--you remember.
So if you find yourself in Hanalei, shopping for pineapple-scented candles or embroidered shirts from the '70s, do yourself a favor: slip around the back, wait for the sky to turn gold, and order what Zane tells you. Especially if it involves green curry and ramen.
Ama isn't just a ramen spot. It's a chapter in your Kaua'i story. Make it count.