WHEN YOU’RE STARING up from your chaise at the palm fronds waving lazily in the tropical breeze, it’s hard to imagine you’re in the same country as the gray, noisy, traffic-clogged metropolis you may have left behind. But you are. This is Hawaii, our 50th state, and while its natural charms are the stuff of fantasy, it’s relatively underappreciated when it comes to food.
Tourists know the luau staples—kalua pork, poi, mai tais—and they have their charms. But the more common (and, frankly, more satisfying) tradition is the omnipresent “plate lunch,” often served in a to-go container and including some sort of protein (pork, perhaps, but just as often braised or fried chicken), two scoops of rice, and one scoop of macaroni salad. Sound filling? It is, but then all…