An "instead of" type of day-Harbor restaurant, Art Museum

 What a crowded Sunday it was today.   Ry and I set out to have some saimin lunch at Tanaka's Saimin on Nimitz, but couldn't get into the restaurant because of the people waiting.
    So , instead, we tried Pier 38, thinking Uncle's, Nico's or Harbor would be open for lunch.  They all were!   
   

The harbor was nice and calm, but Nico's and Uncles were doing great business.
Upstairs, Harbor which just opened, was a lot quieter.

High ceilings are nice.
We decided to try it.

My seafood chowder, which didn't seem to have much seafood in it, was a lot like a creamy onion soup, with lots of cheese and 3 pieces of bread in it.
I left half because it began to fill me up.

There are five Brassa ovens in the US, two of which are in  this restaurant.
They use kiawe charcoal and heat up to 800 to a 1000 degrees.
We ordered whatever was cooked in the oven.
My ahi and swiss cheese sandwich was good, although I couldn't taste the kiawe smoke.  Ahi was thick and fresh.

Ry had the burger with bacon.  He said the bacon was excellent.

For dessert I tried the Affogato, vanilla gelato topped with a double shot of espresso.

Umm, when the gelato melted into the espresso, it was delicious.
It seemed elegant because the coffee was poured into the cocktail glass, but if the gelato was put into a glass of coffee it would've been a coffee float!
Either way it would be good.
Must come back to try the dinner menu.

We headed to the Island Craft Fair at the Blaisdell auditorium, but couldn't get into the parking lot because of the long line of cars, so instead, we headed to Tantalus and the Museum of Modern Art.

The reflection hall.

In the little building housing David Hockney's permanent exhibit of one of his stage designs  for a production of the Metropolitan Opera in 1981,
I reread the explanation of his design for Ravel's L'Enfant at les Sortileges.
He has a neurological conditon  - synesthesia-that can produce an experience in a different sense, like sound, when another sense, like sight, is stimulated.
To paint the tree, he said. "...I put on the tree music for the opera, and it had a certain weight and color.
The music would dictate the shape."

On a good day, the grounds of the museum are a peaceful and beautiful place to meander.