Post #1113 by Kailuageoff on Tue, Apr 30, 2002 3:06 PM

The interior of the Poli-Tiki is kind of like a Polynesian-pop rec room. There's a juke box with rock and alternative music CDs, two pool tables, a TV, tikis here and there, gras matting, bamboo, shelves with mug collections, rattan sofas and chairs, Shag and Ryden prints, some Bosko masks mixed with some other old stuff on the walls. Overall it was okay, but could have been better and maybe it was when it first opened and occupied the entire building.
Anyway, I took some pictures and then had to go back upstairs to fetch Sharky and ask him to make me a drink. "What's your specialty," I asked scanning the abreviated and mostly unfamiliar drink menu. "It's the Shark Attack," he replied. "I invented it." duh.
Sharky also told me his drink would be featured in the next issue of Playboy. Okay, that's something we'll all have to go out and buy.
As you would expect, I dutifully ordered the barkeeps special (in an FDR mug for $14.99 -- mugs also available as Lincoln, Nixon, Reagan and Carter)and then trooped back unpstairs to fetch a cigar.
While upstairs the other bartender said apologetically, "you can bring your drink up here if you want."
No thanks, Is aid, and went back downstairs and sat at the tiki bar smoking my cigar and examining every tiki detail of the place.
Whether this place comes alive or not 9-10-11 PM is beyond me, but I had a sinking feeling the votoers on Capitol Hill were getting ready to turn this place out of office.