Jiro's grandson, Dayton Asato, remembers his time working the restaurant's busiest hours in the 1970s, when the restaurant was located in Waikiki and open 23 hours a day; the eatery would catch both the post-surf and post-disco crowd. "Some customers would ask me if ‘KC’ stood for ‘kissing corner,’ because couples would make out in the back," Asato laughs.
Dane Okabe also worked at KC Drive Inn while he was in high school in the late 1970s, at the Waikiki location. He didn’t work the graveyard shift, but has fond memories of serving up the waffle dog.
"The first day on the job, they teach you how to make the waffle hot dog batter," says Okabe. He recalls pouring the ingredients into a large, round machine, which kneaded the batter. "When you dump everything in -- the eggs, flour, and sugar -- you get a mess. Especially when you’re first doing it, you don’t know what you’re doing, so you get even more of a mess. You can tell everybody the first day they work because they look all white, like Casper. It was like an initiation."