Adrian F.
Yelp
Kona Café is the kind of place you walk past at the Polynesian thinking, "Eh, just another hotel restaurant." Wrong. This is where legends are born. Specifically, the Tonga Toast--a breakfast dish so ridiculous, so over-the-top, it makes you wonder if the chefs were drunk on rum when they invented it.
Picture this: an entire brick of sourdough bread, stuffed with bananas, deep-fried like a county fair experiment gone rogue, and then rolled in cinnamon sugar until it looks like it just crawled out of Willy Wonka's factory. They plop it on your plate, hand you strawberry compote, and say, "Good luck."
It's not breakfast--it's an edible dare. You don't "eat" Tonga Toast, you battle it. One bite in, and you realize this is the most decadent, absurd, glorious thing you'll ever have before noon. You'll need a cardiologist on speed dial, but it's worth it.
The rest of the menu is solid--macadamia nut pancakes, poke bowls, Kona coffee strong enough to revive Walt himself--but let's be real: everyone's here for the Toast. Tourists whisper about it like it's contraband. Locals treat it like a rite of passage. Order it once, and you're in the club.
The vibe? Casual, friendly, and just chaotic enough to remind you that yes, you are indeed in Disney World, and yes, you are about to spend $20 on fried bread and love every second of it.
Kona Café is proof that sometimes the best thing in life is also the most unnecessary. Tonga Toast is excessive, indulgent, and downright stupid in the best possible way. It's breakfast as performance art.
If Trader Sam's is the Polynesian's party, Kona Café is the Polynesian's mic drop.