King's Hawaiian

Aug. 30, 2013 • Jenn Fujikawa

When I was a kid I remember sitting in the back of my Grandpa’s old Datsun, I could barely see out the window but I knew whenever we were on Western Avenue because I could smell the fresh bread being baked at the King’s Hawaiian factory. Growing up, every week my mom would buy the round loaf of sweet bread that came in the orange bag. We’d take a big knife and cut off chunks for breakfast in the morning. …