Before the crowds and cocktails, Waikiki mornings offer a softer, sleepier kind of magic — filled with surfers, dog walkers, and the occasional still-tipsy tourist.

We all say we’re doing something “different” tonight. And yet, by 11 PM, there we are—on the lanai, drink in hand, pretending this is all a coincidence. Hula’s is that ex you keep coming back to. Predictable? Yes. Essential? Also yes.