Skip to main contentA bland Northeast Broadway storefront hides a tropical Tiki wonder airlifted straight from Disneyland, steamy pond, spiny pufferfish lamps and outrigger canoe included. Owner Robert Voltz actually had local company Bamboo Craftsman construct an entire thatched-roof hut in the guts of this former gaming store, a feat so impressive that visitors are duty-bound to order at least one pricey drink housed in an earthenware bowl. The Tiki Punch ($10), a sweet roundhouse to the face of rum, brandy and orgeat syrup served with the requisite pink umbrella and saccharine Maraschino cherry, fits the bill, as does the neon pink ginger pucker of a gin and bourbon Suffering Bastard ($9). Pupu platters, giant wooden totems and other enchanted effluvium abound in this lovingly detailed shrine to Tiki-dom (many items were snatched from the late Jasmine Tree, R.I.P.) as do eye-popping velvet murals of boobs and beaches from local art legends the Pander Brothers. It's the cheapest vacation in town.
Perfect Patron: A straitlaced work buddy who needs a flaming Volcano Bowl of booze ($28, three-person minimum) to loosen up; a homesick mechanical parrot with an eye patch. (KC)
SMOKE FREE.
WWeek 2015