Hawaiian
A bed of hot white rice. A hamburger patty. A fried egg with a runny yolk. Brown gravy over everything. When the yolk is broken, it floods the patty, merges with the gravy, and saturates the rice. Four ingredients. A thousand calories. Zero pretension. The anti-fine-dining dish that achieves an absurd level of satisfaction. Café 100 in Hilo still serves the definitive version, seventy-seven years later.
Pacific Migration Trail