I've lived long enough to see Tiki come and go... and then, to my utter surprise, revive.
Of course, to the uninitiated, the whole tiki thing must seem confusing. But to anyone with a romantic bone about them, they get it.
It's a love and for and a curiosity for what might lie over the hill; not what actually does. It is the joy found in finding a small corner of something unspoiled tucked away from the hustle and noise of everything else.
Of course it doesn't exist and yes, it might seem offensive to anyone unhappy about upsetting the cattle, but it is primordial and runs deep.
I am fortunate enough to have three great Tiki bars near me -
The Reef , which harkens back to the 50s and has been reinvigorated and become central to the Tiki Movement in SoCal; The
Tonga Hut, which is just a wonderful backdrop in and of itself and overlooks downtown Palm Springs, and
The Bootlegger, a bar where bartenders go to get quality drinks and set in the quiet and dark while being watched by vintage velvet paintings and knowing that they are at Don the Beachcombers back bar at his old restaurant in Palm Springs. There is of course Toucans, but that is a whole different category.
When I have time, I venture down to San Diego and enjoy The
Bali Hai - on Shelter Island overlooking San Diego Bay across from Coronado Island. If I have time I take a hike to
False Idol, but it is generally too busy to really enjoy.
What is it you find enjoyable about this thing of ours?