Midnite's Global Journey of Spiritual Discovery* - Tiki Travel

M midnite Member 37? 47' N, 122? 26' W Joined: Mar 25, 2002 Posts: 1230	M midnite Posted posted on Thu, Mar 6, 2008 12:00 AM Alameda, Richmond, Los Gatos, Emeryville, San Pablo, Oakland '08 I have got to get a better travel agent. To show not all great travel must be long distance, and that not all short trips are lower-priced, let's review the last month or so midnite out-and-about-wise. I've lived up here in the Bay Area for over 15 years now and I saw things this week I had never seen before. I am not just talking about Jelly Bean Roulette, either. One shot. That's what it's all about. One shot. Some time back, oh, I cannot recall exactly when, it began with a fine evening of libations in Alameda. It was a dark and stormy night, plus the weather was sort of bad, too. Other than some vision problems it all went well, indeed. The weekend came and it was time to visit Richmond (where?) and experience the sale of a lifetime. How better to top of a day of spending than an afternoon of eating a fine club sandwich and a night of high times atop a mountain down South, Los Gatos way. Tikitastic's place is almost beyond description, it is tikifabulous! Round two, I'm really a lightweight and this is starting to affect me, finds us back in Richmond. How much of a Trader Vic's fan boy am I? I'll tell you how much. Exhibit A: me walking back to BART lugging a goodly portion of the wall covering from San Francisco Trader Vic's men's room that I just had to have. Sure, I could have taken a cab, but that would have prevented my making many new "friends" along the way. "Why no, this did not come off your truck and 'double no' to discussing the matter any further. Also, I live in an apartment, not a homes. Good day to you, sir." My new bathroom decor safely back in Frisco I of course had to accompany Mai Tai back to Richmond several hours later. Why? Why not! Plus, we ended a few hours spent in Trader Vic's warehouse with a visit to Emeryville Trader Vic's for cocktails and dinner. That's what we call a consistency of commitment, in fan boy circles. The DSM of Mental Disorders, 4th ed., has a differing notation, but I digress. Truly, where else would I go if I wanted my picture taken next to the Moai that sat out front of the Palmer House Hilton, home to the former Chicago's Trader Vic's? Sheese, as if! What day is it, where am I? Simply guess Richmond, it's a safe bet this week. Oh, and back on the Isle de Alameda to learn more about rum with Ed Hamilton. Why do I need to learn more? I know I like it, I know where to buy it, and where to put it. There's a club sandwich involved? I am so there. The week ends (sort of) with the new Tiki Moving Lines operated by three strapping lads with too much time on their hands. Chicks dig heavy lifters, or so I am told. As the Trader Vic's sale ended we Tres Amigos headed out to deliver tiki goodies to several well-known locations. As many will leave a snack of cookies and milk for Santa on Christmas Eve, an even better treat was awaiting us back at tiki base camp: Forbidden Island. Perhaps the best, at least the second best, Mai Tai one will ever imbibe, made by none other than Mai Tai Jim. That figures, eh? The old Trader would be very proud. Plus, I now know what I am ordering from the warden right before they walk me that lonely mile to pay for my various crimes against humanity...and fashion. It has been a week, no, month, for the tiki/travel/collecting highlight reel and I haven't even covered it all. I am not sure I could repeat it nor even if I'd wish to. All I know is while I did not travel great distances I sure as heck spent enough to travel someplace far far away. Say, like China for instance. Why go to the Far East, though? All the Chinese Trader Vic's have closed and the East Bay has much better people. Although, when at all possible do not drive (lost) around Richmond in an open convertible with Wham! blasting on the stereo while wearing loud Hawaiian shirts, discussing whose "pole" is better. That'd be mine. As if! Oh, and Jim's in Alameda is winning the best club sandwich on the island sweepstakes. I need a nap, just a wee break. I'll will be ready to go out soon, just wake me up before you go-go... midnite

Alameda, Richmond, Los Gatos, Emeryville, San Pablo, Oakland '08

I have got to get a better travel agent.

To show not all great travel must be long distance, and that not all short trips are lower-priced, let's review the last month or so midnite out-and-about-wise. I've lived up here in the Bay Area for over 15 years now and I saw things this week I had never seen before. I am not just talking about Jelly Bean Roulette, either. One shot. That's what it's all about. One shot.

Some time back, oh, I cannot recall exactly when, it began with a fine evening of libations in Alameda. It was a dark and stormy night, plus the weather was sort of bad, too. Other than some vision problems it all went well, indeed. The weekend came and it was time to visit Richmond (where?) and experience the sale of a lifetime. How better to top of a day of spending than an afternoon of eating a fine club sandwich and a night of high times atop a mountain down South, Los Gatos way. Tikitastic's place is almost beyond description, it is tikifabulous!

Round two, I'm really a lightweight and this is starting to affect me, finds us back in Richmond. How much of a Trader Vic's fan boy am I? I'll tell you how much. Exhibit A: me walking back to BART lugging a goodly portion of the wall covering from San Francisco Trader Vic's men's room that I just had to have. Sure, I could have taken a cab, but that would have prevented my making many new "friends" along the way. "Why no, this did not come off your truck and 'double no' to discussing the matter any further. Also, I live in an apartment, not a homes. Good day to you, sir."

My new bathroom decor safely back in Frisco I of course had to accompany Mai Tai back to Richmond several hours later. Why? Why not! Plus, we ended a few hours spent in Trader Vic's warehouse with a visit to Emeryville Trader Vic's for cocktails and dinner. That's what we call a consistency of commitment, in fan boy circles. The DSM of Mental Disorders, 4th ed., has a differing notation, but I digress. Truly, where else would I go if I wanted my picture taken next to the Moai that sat out front of the Palmer House Hilton, home to the former Chicago's Trader Vic's? Sheese, as if!

What day is it, where am I? Simply guess Richmond, it's a safe bet this week. Oh, and back on the Isle de Alameda to learn more about rum with Ed Hamilton. Why do I need to learn more? I know I like it, I know where to buy it, and where to put it. There's a club sandwich involved? I am so there. The week ends (sort of) with the new Tiki Moving Lines operated by three strapping lads with too much time on their hands. Chicks dig heavy lifters, or so I am told. As the Trader Vic's sale ended we Tres Amigos headed out to deliver tiki goodies to several well-known locations. As many will leave a snack of cookies and milk for Santa on Christmas Eve, an even better treat was awaiting us back at tiki base camp: Forbidden Island. Perhaps the best, at least the second best, Mai Tai one will ever imbibe, made by none other than Mai Tai Jim. That figures, eh? The old Trader would be very proud. Plus, I now know what I am ordering from the warden right before they walk me that lonely mile to pay for my various crimes against humanity...and fashion.

It has been a week, no, month, for the tiki/travel/collecting highlight reel and I haven't even covered it all. I am not sure I could repeat it nor even if I'd wish to. All I know is while I did not travel great distances I sure as heck spent enough to travel someplace far far away. Say, like China for instance. Why go to the Far East, though? All the Chinese Trader Vic's have closed and the East Bay has much better people. Although, when at all possible do not drive (lost) around Richmond in an open convertible with Wham! blasting on the stereo while wearing loud Hawaiian shirts, discussing whose "pole" is better. That'd be mine. As if!

Oh, and Jim's in Alameda is winning the best club sandwich on the island sweepstakes.

I need a nap, just a wee break. I'll will be ready to go out soon, just wake me up before you go-go...
midnite

Post #365087 by midnite on Thu, Mar 6, 2008 12:00 AM