By 11:15am on a Saturday this place was already packed. I snagged the last table for myself and my friend (she uses a walker, so standing to eat was out of the question). She had the coconut shrimp and chicken plate and I had the Hawaiian plate with chicken long rice (2 stars), Kahlua pork (4 stars), rice (3 stars), and salmon civiche type side in a cup (2 stars). My friend said her meal was average and my plate was not as good as the food that I ate in Hawaii.
There is almost no service here. There are pitchers of water and paper cups on the counter and the expectation is that you will get your own drink. An elderly gentleman does tote your food from the counter to your table. You are expected to clear your own table, locate a trash can to throw you stuff in. By the time we left, the line was out the door and no tables were available.
The pork was reminiscent of "pig in the pit" meat I knew well from Tongan friends, but instead of real smoke flavor, it tasted like artificial smoke (leaving me with heartburn for a couple of hours). Parking is very tight. We will probably not return.