This morning I discovered one of the great things about going to a restaurant by oneself. Normally, eating alone is a boring experience. Not to mention, people tend to stare and outwardly pity the poor person that is sitting solo. This can make the solitary diner feel disconcerted or even embarrassed. However, if you go almost anywhere for breakfast in Waikiki, especially on a Sunday, invariably everywhere is packed with people. In fact, there is typically a very long line full of unhappy couples or larger groups that can’t get any seats. The only exception to the rule of having to waiting an excessively long time to find a seat for breakfast in Waikiki is to arrive alone and take a seat at the bar. Today, it was quite a treat to have the opportunity to walk right past a line of a hundred people and plop down in an open seat.