There I was, stuck one of the most remote locations on the planet while the Cubs were playing the Mets in Game 1 of the 2015 NLCS. Sure, the beaches of Waikiki were a stone’s throw away, but I wanted to watch my team. After searching in vain for an establishment run by an expatriated Chicagoan, I settled on Yard House. Lots of beer, sure, but I’m not big on the cookie-cutter atmosphere and the randomness of the patrons.
My favorite was the dude waving the whalebone glass around and slapping me on the back while greeting me with “Hey, Bartman!