Staying in Honolulu for five days, mostly for conference as what I do this week, won't cover much for first-timers to O‘ahu.
Mark Twain spent four months in Hawaii for the newspaper Sacramento Union. Paul Theroux, a prolific travel writer and novelist, stayed there for three decades.
To make up for my short stay, I borrowed Paul Theroux's fiction, Hotel Honolulu. Paul Theroux strings together dozens of guests staying in a tumble-down hotel. That's how I know more about Hawaii. And oh, my experience is very different. My hotel doesn't have rats running around. I don't have that much exotic (absolutely not sexual) encounters, of course.
Still, his book is a good companion to anyone visiting Honolulu. Even without much chance to try Native Hawaiian cuisine or drinks, there's at least chance for me to hear about kawa (a ceremonial drink made from a root plant), poke (spiced-up cubes of raw marinated fish), loco moco (a dish of rice, fried egg and hamburger patty topped with gravy).
I had tried the last item at campus cafeteria today, by the way.