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| - A few months back, in the final stretch of my pregnancy, The Shameful Tiki Room opened it's doors two blocks from my house. All I could say on the matter at the time was: Fuck You. Fuck You So Hard.
Old school, sugary, flaming, darkened weirdness tiki has long been my jam. A few years back I tried to talk a few friends into opening a tiki bar in TO because we are so lacking in the truly tiki department. So when this beaut opened up, I was so pissed I couldn't go get my rum on all I could do was cuss it's existence. Shameful, I know.
In the first four months of my little one's life, I've been here thrice. The first being our first no baby date, the second being a drunken night with an old buddy and the last being my birthday (we brought the little bundle, she slept the whole time.) The Shameful Tiki delivered on each occasion.
Their colourful menus cover all the usuals, and I suggest two: Zombie, because, delicious and Volcano Bowl, because, a little fire (and fog machine) with your drink order never hurt nobody.
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