It's almost two weeks since we went to Tiki-Ti, so yeah, that sounds about right to blog about it. I don't start work until later today - I close up things tonight - so I may as well take a little time to FINALLY get a blog post written. Sad, Peter, very sad.
Enough of that, though. Let's dive in.
Disneyland was Marie's birthday present, but the next day, when we were back in town, was her actual birthday. Very early that evening we found ourselves in the Silverlake neighbourhood of Los Angeles, having dinner at Bacari. We did not want empty stomachs for tiki night. Shockingly, I did not take photos of the food - we shared everything, and I do not like making others wait for food that we are sharing. It was great food, though. We also primed our pumps, so to speak, with a drink with dinner. A Last Word for me, something familiar to enjoy.
It was a nice evening, mildly cool. We sat out in an outside area - covered but open air. And all of us looked great in Hawaiian prints of one sort or another.
Yes, Hawaiian prints. This just after I post about Disney and comment on all the people there in their Disney gear. And then here we are, tiki drag to go to a tiki bar. So, yeah, I'm eating my own words as I sip my decaf here. But come on, we looked great! And, it turned out, we weren't the only ones to show up like that.
Tiki-Ti is an institution.
Owned by one family for decades. It's a small place, a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not many seats, crowded,
and a queue at times to get in. In fact, we had to wait perhaps ten minutes despite being there early in the evening,
beating out a bachelorette party of sorts for a place in line. It was hardly hardship having to wait, though, and we were soon inside, standing behind the row of patrons seated at the bar before Marie seized on a table just vacated. The one bartender was a little gruff, kind of a seen-it-all kind of guy.
We had a round of drinks.
Honestly? My drinks were fine. I had the Ray's Mistake first.
I then tried the Chief Lapu Lapu.
And if you had poured them into identical glasses, I might not have know they were different drinks. Fruity rum drinks, both of them. Absolutely no complaints! Each of us had two rounds save for Van,
and Marie
and Conrad
had very different drinks from one round to the next. We admired the setting,
gabbed happily, then headed home, making space for others.
I discovered in Hawaii that Marie likes amari, and so when we got home, I got her to taste a few with me to wind down the evening.
That was kind of fun, and vindication. You see, Van had had the Rucolino on his first night on Ischia without knowing what it was. It was warm and perhaps a bit cooked from being stored on a high shelf in the restaurant. He swears he hates it. That night with Marie, though, it was her favourite. Bless the birthday girl.
Off to bed, and in the morning, she flew home. I feel certain, though, that her short visit was a great success.
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