My family had a trip to Hawaii planned for the summer of 2020, which was canceled for obvious reasons. And ever since, my body has tried to tell me I’m long overdue for a plate lunch by waking me up in the middle of the night with an inexplicable craving for macaroni salad. The options for Hawaiian food in SF are slim - or at least they were, until Unco Frank’s started popping up at The Devil’s Acre in North Beach. The pop-up has come to my mac-salad-deprived rescue, a saving grace in a year full of disappointments. If it’s on the menu, get Da Plate: a massive serving of juicy, smoky kalua pork, perfectly-fried salt and pepper chicken karaage, furikake rice, and, yes, the mac salad that my subconscious had been wishing for all along. And since I won’t be hopping on a plane any time soon, I’m forever grateful that Unco Frank’s is in town to fulfill all of my plate lunch needs.