Seasonal Affairs - 7th Annual Korean Festival at Kapiolani Park
Hey All!
7/14/08 - Aaah, Saturday at Kapiolani Park - how lovely! Think about this for a moment: where would we be without this Central Park of the island? Ever been there on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon? If it's not the soccer leagues, rugby tournaments, or volleyball and softball games carving out their own sections of the park, it's the Micronesian church congregations, weekend barbeques, hordes of joggers circling the 3-mile perimeter, or that big, burly guy who just wants the shade of a tree to catch some zzzee's.
And then there's the tennis courts, archery range, weekend Artfests, tai-chi classes, the Royal Hawaiian Band playing free concerts on Sundays, and yes, the Honolulu Zoo, which is actually within park grounds. You never know what you'll see down at "The Park." You may even catch a glimpse of Brazilian martial artists practicing self-defense and boogie'ing down at the same time, or maybe those sophisticated grunger's and intallectual-types using a frisbee as a soccer ball. Or is it a football?
Whatever your interest, the loss of this 500-acre monster of grass would be catastrophic, indeed. I'm just thankful that in this day of outrageous land prices, the State hasn't chopped off a corner or two of the park, leaving it wide open and vast as it's always been, at least in my lifetime. The huge amount of people using it on any given day is pretty amazing, if you ask me, and a treasure to always be cherished.
If you want something a little more peaceful, weekday mornings and early afternoon's are a great time for quiet lunches or romantic strolls past giant monkeypod, banyan, ficus, and palm trees, some dating back over 100 years! The big, burly guy doesn't much care if it's weekend or weekday, though - he'll sleep through anything!
The park has a deep history, beginning with a group of businessmen who convinced King David Kalakaua to preserve is as a natural oasis and public recreation area. Years later, in 1877, the King officially established and named the "Queen Kapiolani Park" after his consort (wife). It does take a lot of work keeping the park clean and orderly, so if you want to get involved and help support the park in any way, or just want to find out more about it, try contacting the Kapiolani Park Preservation Society at www.kapiolanipark.org.
Happenings at the Queen Kapiolani Park which perhaps benefit most from the wide-open spaces are festivals and one-time events. It seems an activity or two is going on just about every weekend, from arts and crafts fairs to giant Marathon and Pro Bowl festivities. The 12th of July, '08, would see one of the biggest ethnic festivals in town, the 7th Annual Korean Festival. I love every ethnic fair that comes along and always try to get out to experience them - the food is always ono!


Of course, I was working in the evening, as usual, and instead saw a few awards presentations and a Korean Court Dancer in full-on traditional dress - pretty cool stuff.


As you can imagine, the smell of kal-bi and Korean BBQ permeated the place, and we, along with everyone else, could not resist ourselves. There were piles upon piles of grilled meats being served, all cooked by a surprisingly small number of chefs manning a few grills here and there. I guess they did manage to keep up, though, somehow. These guys must have slept well that night! Hey, are you really Korean?

The one Korean restaurant I saw represented was Migawon, formerly called Mikawon, but the line was so long and sun so hot that we passed right on by. The other two I saw with whole lunch plates were both churches, one from the Korean side of Hope Chapel and the other from Logos Korean Church, where we decided to get our plates from. Actually, they had the shortest line of the three, and we were both week-knee'd from the smells waffling through the air! We're suckers for underdog's, anyway.

I ordered a bbq chicken, which was pretty hard and dry, but the flavor was good, nonetheless.

I must say, though, that the rice was very good at this particular tent run by the Logos Korean Church. It was shiny, fluffy, and full of body - definitely not a cheap-variety strain.


I was really bummed about not being able to see the kim chee-eating contest. Why these people put themselves through such misery I'll never know, and I'd take great pleasure in sharing with their pain - from a distance. The input is sadistic enough in itself - can you imagine the output?
.....Moving right along, we scanned the long line of food tents and wondered what to do with our left-over scripts. Mandoo is a classic Korean dish we skipped over earlier, so we decided to get some for take-out. I knew mom would appreciate them. She also wanted me to bring home a hunky Korean Soap Star, but sorry, mom - no can do.
Mandoo is very similiar to Japanese gyoza, and made from round won-ton wrappers stuffed with ground pork, bean sprouts, chives, and/or various other ingredients and pan or deep-fried. We went with the pan-fried and looked for other creative ways to get rid of the rest of our scripts.


Like the many people donating and sponsoring their time and money to keep the Queen Kapiolani Park safe and beautiful, it also takes a huge effort to run a successful festival. Let's all give it up for Korean pride! Any person, group of friends, or small or large organizations can help them in this year-round effort to plan and carry out the festival. Just go to www.koreanfestivalhawaii.com.
Hope you all had and continue to have a great day! Do the same tomorrow, and I'll catch you all lay-duh'z!
Easy,
Aku
