On Thursday, Bryan and I decided to grab lunch at Fleetwood Mac's restaurant, gamely named Fleetwood's.
Bryan and I have dined there a few times before, and it's been hit or miss for us. It's still a brand new spot that's ironing out its service and menu kinks, and it's hard to suffer through those when the prices are as high as they are.
All of that is remedied however by their killer rooftop setup.
BFleetwood's is right on Front Street overlooking the ocean, and it's rooftop bar and dining area is definitely a gem.
My long lost girlfriend Emily (who hides up in Haiku when she's not in Lahaina working) was our server that afternoon, and she took amazingly good care of us. It's always a treat to see her, and I wish I got a chance to see her more often. Emily lives in Haiku with her boyfriend, and she's always sharing stories and pictures of her fluffy animal children: ducks and rabbits. I also love hearing about her culinary adventures, and I hope to crash a dinner party at her home sometime (possibly after mainlining some Benadryl).
Lunch at Fleetwood's this particular afternoon was pretty stellar. Emily steered us into making some good ordering decisions, and we happily chowed down on a Fried Egg and Applewood Smoked Bacon Flatbread for a pupu, and a Seared Ahi BLT and a Lamb Dip Sandwich for our main course.
And then we ordered dessert: a double fudge brownie with a swirl of peanut butter served with vanilla ice cream. It came right out of the oven, and I proceeded to burn a hole in the roof of my mouth--even after Bryan warned me that the brownie was hot.
When I told I had burned my mouth, he said, "I told you: "Brownie. Hot.""
And I replied, "You should have qualified "Brownie. Hot" with "volcanic hot" or "molten lava hot.""
Either way, the brownie still got demolished, even with a burned mouth.
While we were sitting have lunch, the sun started making its slow shift overhead and pretty soon, the umbrellas weren't providing enough shade for us to sit comfortably on the rooftop. We paid the bill, said goodbye to Emily and scooted down the street to our one lone movie theater on the west side of Maui.
We met our friend Drew who conveniently forgot to tell us that the screening of Dawn of the Planet of the Apes we were seeing with him was in 3D.
My fake eyelashes kept scraping up against the lenses of my 3D glasses.
Eventually though, Bryan and I grew accustomed to the headache of watching 3D, and I stopped getting annoyed with my new eyelashes, and we settled into watching a movie where the CGI apes out-acted the humans.
Last night was a better movie night for us as we watched our Netflix rental, "Her." It's a quiet movie with some exquisitely gorgeous ideas on what love is and what it can be, as well as some horrifyingly cringe-worthy moments of a lonely writer (Joaquin Phoenix) falling in love with his OS computer program (wonderfully voiced by Scarlett Johansson).
Bryan and I have the day off today, and now that I've got my grownup errands out of the way (sprint workout with my buddy, Stephen, and a humungous load of laundry), Bryan and I are off to lunch with some friends.
Enjoy your weekend, friends.
