First trip to Matsumoto’s in Haleʻiwa — talk story.
Whether you grew up running North Shore and your folks took you small kid time, or you made the pilgrimage on a vacation, that first cup is a memory most of us still carry. The drive up. The line out the door. The friends you went with. The flavors you picked because someone hyped them or because you were just guessing.
Lilikoʻi-mango-strawberry over snow with ice cream and azuki on the bottom? Or did you keep it classic — strawberry, vanilla, lemon-lime? Did you eat it walking back to the car or sitting on the curb?
Where were you in life — and what was in the cup?