Michael P.
Yelp
Where a cocktail goes to die in a sea of kitsch
You walk into a boomer yard sale with a small splash of Tiki, Elvira, gremlins and an Elvis with a lei around his neck doesn't exactly summon the ghost of Don Beach. And if you did and he sampled these cleaning products they call a cocktail he would bitchslap the bartender and haunt the owner.
Sure the decor is fun, but seriously they need to work on their cocktail game! One of the two we suffered sipping was a Lime Daiquiri. This is a simple to make drink but ingredients are key. What was served was a glass of synthetic lime juice from concentrate. This lame lime libation tasted like your cheap Auntie's lime jello mix without sugar. That's it, no rum tones, no simple syrup to balance the lime... just... cheap synthetic dollar store lime juice. Let's call it joyless juice.
The "Signature" Tiki La Rue cocktail, that the menu touts as their proudest creation tasted like last years tart Halloween candy with a Smokey burnt Band-Aid finish. On the positive side, the glass was cool, but much like this establishment, neat to look at but a dumpster fire where it counts, if ya came for a cocktail.
The staff was friendly, the decor was a ton of fun, but drink a beer or a glass of wine. This is where cocktails hang their head in shame and tiki gods weep.