Thursday, September 20, 2012


I imagine this place smells like coffee and feels like coconut. For me, Kona, more than any other Hawaiian place name, evokes the big bright colors and lofty, balmy feel of the tropics. The first coffee ice cream I ever had was Kona Coffee ice cream. It was a revelation, nearly shocking me with its pitch perfect balance of bitter and sweet. It altered what coffee had meant for me so far, and what Hawaii had. They became lit-up notions with a surreal dimension of meaning, paired up like that. I'll be living in New York for a while, but when I'm all done there and it's time to kick back, I'll be headed for Hawaii, maybe Kona.