Post #636259 by White Devil on Sun, May 13, 2012 5:14 AM

"Fort Lauderdale.
Serge leaned back in a bamboo chair. Another dark room. Tiered wooden serving bowls sat on the table in front of him, next to a pineapple with a lampshade.
A man in a tweed coat and rumpled fedora grabbed the chair on the other side of the table. His necktie had a pattern of tiki gods, similar to the giant, carved versions guarding the entrance. He set a briefcase on the ground.
Serge pointed at the bowls. "I ordered the pupu platter. Try the crab Rangoon."
"Serge, I have something important--"
"Bet you're impressed I picked the Mai-Kai." Serge glanced around at decorative coconuts, wicker and ceremonial face masks. "Since 1956, Polynesian splendor on the side of Federal Highway..."

A feverish beat of South Pacific drums filled the room as men in authentic loincloths twirled flaming batons. In the middle, five women, sensuous hips and grass skirts, gyrating at an astounding rate."

Tim Dorsey
"Nuclear Jellyfish"
(The Wreck Bar also achieves literary immortality in the same book!)