My nanna calls herself an ‘ABC’—Australian-born Chinese. Growing up, there was always red ginger for winding car rides, red envelopes at birthdays, and, in a surprising show of cultural collaboration, red ketchup on the family fried rice.
The global Chinese diaspora has, arguably, excelled at this kind of fusion. From the Quartier Chinois in Paris to Bangkok’s neon-lit Yaowarat Road, Chinese communities across the world are well-versed in maintaining cultural tradition while leaning into, and adapting with, new societies. It’s why you can find orange chicken at every US airport and fried dim sim at Aussie football games.
So when I learned that Honolulu, the state capital on Oʻahu island, has a Chinatown that rivals San Francisco—the oldest Chinatown in North America—I knew I had to experience the Chinese-Hawaiian cultural synthesis for myself. And maybe even try a famed manapua (Hawaiian-style barbecue pork bun) or two.
But for trusted neighborhood intel, like where to find a good manapua, it’s always best to know a local.
Luckily, I met Peter Hessler.