It's kinda like Captain Kirk walked into a bar with a ladyfriend who claimed Hawaiian roots through her great aunt by marriage and they decided to redecorate while listening to Air after a recent vacation to the Cape. Then someone came in with a magic eraser hellbent on evoking the word "sleek."
I actually find this place rather cute. The Martha's Vinyard bathrooms don't make sense, but I like them. The sweet potato fries were just so so. Tiki drinks don't really do it for me anymore. The fire pit with the party trick fire squiggle was neat.