After days of relentless rain in Lahaina, we found ourselves sitting outside again, propping a handheld on the table and making do. Not everyone on the island had that option. But sometimes, even imperfectly, the table is the one thing that still holds.

A storm on Maui, a flashback to the fires, and the bottle of Tignanello that made the night better.

By the time we reached the airport for the flight back to Maui, I was a little hungry and a little restless. So I did something I almost never do.I bought a Whopper Jr. with cheese.

Wildly excessive for a Tuesday. And exactly right. The seven-day rhythm of restaurant life doesn’t always leave room for family dinners. Last night, we reclaimed one.