Tiki Ti
It was established in 1961, just as America was transitioning from the innocent 50's to the turbulent 60's. I guess you could have figured that out for yourself, but I thought I'd be obvious by emphasizing that 1961 is just one year after the transition. It would be another nine years before the Age of Polyester would be ushered in, smothering tie dyed hippes under its synthetic fabric.
Tiki Ti has over 85 drinks, which is more variety than Baskin Robins, with the added advantage that you'll NEVER get laid at a Baskin Robins unless you order the Everclear Peanut Butter swirled Dolce de Leche. That makes Tiki Ti 57...things...better than Baskin Robins.
Their smoking policy will either elate you or disgust you. LA city ordinance allows for owner operated bars under a certain patron limit to choose thier smoking policy, and they enourage smoking of everything except weed, crack, crystal meth, coke and Newport Menthols.
You might have to wait a bit outside, the space is smaller than Carney's, but once you enter, you are swept back to Bikini Atoll before nuclear testing destroyed the island and all surrounding life within 20 miles.
Drinks aren't cheap, but they are more than generous. If you want to get hammered more than Jimmy Page, Eddie Van Halen, Richard Burton, Dean Martin, WC fields, Andy Capp, Otis, Arthur, and Captain Jack Sparrow combined, order the Blood and Sand, their signature drink. Funny enough it's the Dresen's signature dirnk, not two miles away. Dresen's are totally faggy girl drinks, and save your emails -you know what I mean.
Tiki Ti's Blood and Sand is a hardcore double fisted drink that even Lindsay Lohan would find potent. Two of these would find her panties around her ankles as she was doing cartwheels across the bar.
If you order a B&S, the wide mouth schooner will be topped off with tequila, and Mike will lead the whole bar in a howl of "Toroooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
...the entire time pouring tequila into the drink. It will be the best drug you've ever bought for $12 outside of fake Ecstasy.
Tiki is owned by Michael and his son Mike. The tiny confessional is crammed with Polynesian junk and nostalgic paraphenalia. It truly sweeps you away to a remote island, while you're really partying in the shadow of KCRW and Circuit City.
It is colorful and neighborly. There is no way to hang without meeting someone, downing a few Zombies or sharing a table or bar space. Just like a Russian hospital.
Tiki Ti has over 85 drinks, which is more variety than Baskin Robins, with the added advantage that you'll NEVER get laid at a Baskin Robins unless you order the Everclear Peanut Butter swirled Dolce de Leche. That makes Tiki Ti 57...things...better than Baskin Robins.
Their smoking policy will either elate you or disgust you. LA city ordinance allows for owner operated bars under a certain patron limit to choose thier smoking policy, and they enourage smoking of everything except weed, crack, crystal meth, coke and Newport Menthols.
You might have to wait a bit outside, the space is smaller than Carney's, but once you enter, you are swept back to Bikini Atoll before nuclear testing destroyed the island and all surrounding life within 20 miles.
Drinks aren't cheap, but they are more than generous. If you want to get hammered more than Jimmy Page, Eddie Van Halen, Richard Burton, Dean Martin, WC fields, Andy Capp, Otis, Arthur, and Captain Jack Sparrow combined, order the Blood and Sand, their signature drink. Funny enough it's the Dresen's signature dirnk, not two miles away. Dresen's are totally faggy girl drinks, and save your emails -you know what I mean.
Tiki Ti's Blood and Sand is a hardcore double fisted drink that even Lindsay Lohan would find potent. Two of these would find her panties around her ankles as she was doing cartwheels across the bar.
If you order a B&S, the wide mouth schooner will be topped off with tequila, and Mike will lead the whole bar in a howl of "Toroooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
...the entire time pouring tequila into the drink. It will be the best drug you've ever bought for $12 outside of fake Ecstasy.
Tiki is owned by Michael and his son Mike. The tiny confessional is crammed with Polynesian junk and nostalgic paraphenalia. It truly sweeps you away to a remote island, while you're really partying in the shadow of KCRW and Circuit City.
It is colorful and neighborly. There is no way to hang without meeting someone, downing a few Zombies or sharing a table or bar space. Just like a Russian hospital.
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