Mahalo Bar

Incredibly grumpy and rude bartender. I asked the waitress if I could get a water bottle filled after we ordered our food. She said to go to the bartender. I did and he said go to the drinking fountain outside. I told him that the waitress said he would fill the water bottle and he said he was too busy and to go to the drinking fountain. I asked the waitress if she has to share tips with him and she said she does. I truly despise rewarding rude behavior and grumpy people but I left her an average tip just because I didn’t want to penalize her for the bartender’s rudeness.

Limited food options, but let’s be honest: it’s a bar. Pretty decent-​size cocktails to get you all set for your flight.
Times visited: 1

they sell alcohol. does the job, i guess.
they close really randomly for a break, without any word to anyone. and if u sit down during break, the rude old guy comes out n yells at u. lol
(he yelled at us, and then a few others after us.)
but hey. 2 stars for alcohol! hah
(nachos were ok, a little steep and not ‘amazing’, but hey. theyre pretty much the only place in this wing of the airport.)

Just encountered the worst waitress ever. Moved to the bar and salvaged the situation.

It is common sense that the quality of airport food is never quite up to par (even while in Paradise), so I have no real excuses for coming here.
Except that after a long flight, and choosing to turn down any food service on the long flight because I wanted to drink instead. So I was quite famished. My Mai Tai was very sugary and artificial, and my pulled pork was very dry and unfortunate. I will have to remember to sharpen my teeth next time, if I were to ever encounter this pulled pork again.

I regularly fly between Maui and Honolulu, and would rather have a glass of wine or light meal than sit in the terminal area. I am always disappointed in the service in this bar (at the tables, which is where I set). There might only be 4 other people in the entire place, with a staff of 3 or 4, and still it takes forever to get waited on, and they are not friendly. The menu is very limited, to a few mostly fattening items. The Kalua pork sandwich is tasty, though. They need a few more lighter appetizers and entrees. And instead of the servers hanging around chatting with one another they need to smile and serve their customers. The atmosphere isn’t bad, though.

Haha! I have no idea why I am giving this place five stars… but since it is your only choice in the commuter terminal, it is always a welcomed find before you head out to your next inter-​island getaway!
This is more like a «local bar» that you would find out in town but some how got lost at the airport.
The severs and bartenders that work here are chill. Not like the places you see at the main terminal. It is a more relaxed attitude. People are not in a rush running from security check point to their gate… because this terminal is so small that everything is in one big room!
The drinks here are great! Their prices are more down to earth! You can actually buy a Mai Tai for $ 10 instead of the $ 15 you would expect to pay in the other terminal.
If you sit at the bar, expect to watch some retro movies or sci-​fi! There are plenty of tables in the lounge area adoring pictures of tropical drinks on the wall.
They do serve food. Pretty much your standard bar food. I have not eaten any food there yet, but what I did see other people eating looked pretty good.
Another thing that is great about this place, it is never busy! You can always find a seat! :-)

Mahalo Bar is found at the Honolulu Airport in the older terminal where the prop planes fly out of connecting Oahu with the other islands. Stepping into there is like stepping back in time. The majority of the patrons were old couples made up of a guy named Dougie his wife Bunny. Old Hawaii hands if it were in the pursuit of leisure. Sprinkled among them were surfers who were now too hip for something old like the North Shore and now they were on a quest to find a new perfect spot to surf. I half expected to see Hunter S. Thompson there around the time he was writing the Curse of Lono. The bar’s décor was something out of the late ‘70s with vinyl stools to match the ambiance. Sadly, the side door to the street was blocked off. I suppose because of all that post 9 – 11 bull crap. Who’d want to attack a sleepy old terminal like this? The beers were a good size with various imports and domestics on tap. Not surprising the place sold a sundry of large tropical drinks to warm the palates of visiting haoles. When I saw the place, I thought «Go for it.» After all with flying you never know if each flight will be your last. There I sat, a refuge from my family, hoping vainly that the go! airlines jet was out of service and we would have to fly on their single engined Cessna Caravan and get a better view of where we were going…