I'm on a lifelong quest to search out restaurants that celebrate the kitschy Polynesian fanciness of the 1950's. Flaming pu-pu platters, drinks that come in tiki mugs and suckling pig. The whole Trader Vic's experience. It means that whenever I find a place that promises such a shangri-la, I am forced to try it.
I am regularly disappointed. Tonight is no exception.
The decor is ok, but the ambience and menu are 100% cheap family restaurant. I feel utterly betrayed.
Oh well. At least my Mai-tai is strong.
Oh, and the kitchen is slow. Score.