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| - I wanted to love this place. I longed for it's warm embrace. I yearned for the sweet nectar of the tiki gods. I dreamed of escaping to better lands with a stiff, yet sweet drink. Sadly, Porco and I were not meant to be eternal companions.
I went to this place on a Saturday night with a group of five others and we were lucky enough to grab a seat on the patio with a minimal wait. However, the service we received was, well, way below standard. Soul crushed.
It wasn't the waitress's fault. She was fine, cordial, and worked hard to serve EVERY table on the patio at once. I can't imagine any manager allowing that to happen, and without helping in any fashion. We would have ordered another round (~$50) had service been adequate, but didn't want to wait that long. One of us ordered a coffee that never came, despite the waitress returning to the table multiple times and acknowledging it was put in, but the bartender hadn't made it yet. While she was apologetic and frazzled, I'm disappointed that management would let that happen on a Saturday night.
Also, the descriptions aren't anywhere near accurate. I get it, they can't disclose their drink recipes because it ruins the illusion. Which is fine, I'm all about creating the right atmosphere, but the limited information on the menu doesn't lend itself to the correct drink choice for your tastes.
So, unless you're a regular, it's a shot in the dark as to if you'll like your drink. (I just made a "shot" pun when talking about alcoholic drinks, you're welcome). About half of our party weren't happy with their drinks, and, trust me, they're not one to speak negatively about most flavors of alcoholic concoctions.
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