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| - It's more of a speakeasy that leans tiki. "Teek-easy," as Mr. D put it, while we sipped cocktails served in lowball glasses with a single ice cube that practically measured 3" x 3" x 3".
My drink was called "Heart of a Sailor," which flavor-wise tasted like (and looked like) an Old Fashioned. Not quite tiki, but still quite strong. Mr. D was drinking a Barro Negro, which was also more of a speakeasy beverage. When the bartender came around, I asked if they had anything resembling a Painkiller. He said they don't, but that he'd make me one. It came in a tall, bamboo-shaped glass and he freaking nailed it. Delicious, sir!
All right, enough with the nit-picking. All of the staff we encountered were really nice and accommodating and the decor was glorious. We were geeking out and taking pictures of everything. The portholes show different sights every few minutes -- from crashing waves to lovely sunsets over the ocean to lightning storms. Lights in the bar flash and black lights turn on, making the bio-luminescently painted decorations (mushrooms, globe, etc) on the barrels glow. I, of course, had to take pictures with the tikis.
We chanced coming without a reservation around 6 p.m. on Black Friday, and thankfully they had a few open spots. It's a small place, not much bigger than the size of a bedroom.
UnderTow is located UNDERNEATH Sip and, at the moment, there are no signs out on the street indicating this. We ended up driving up and down Indian School for a bit, trying to zero in on its location. "Is it behind the garage? No? In that alley back there? No?"
Excellent bar for the tiki ambiance. Unfortunately they don't sell mugs... yet. Our server was saying they're planning a release party. Looking forward to dropping by again when we're back in town to add another to my collection.
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