Not just for aristocrats

By Richard Foss

I fondly remember the Beach Hut in Manhattan Beach, a happy little shack that was the introduction to Hawaiian food for South Bay locals. They were noted for giant portions of cheap food that was then regarded as exotic. This is where we first experienced loco moco, spam musubi, sweet fried bread, curiously addictive macaroni salad, and the other cliches of that cuisine. The original Beach Hut closed in the early 2000s after 40 years in business, but a branch…