Post #6806 by manic cat on Mon, Aug 26, 2002 12:44 PM

I am sitting at my desk at work hyperventilating. Not only did my boss give me this morning a "Swingin Tiki God" (moai head) to put on top of my computer, and tonight my parents and I are taking my brother for his birthday to Marions Continental for Polynesian food, tiki drinks, and the Pontani Sisters but, my friend emailed to say that there's a new tiki bar opened in Brooklyn called "Zombie Hut." (I am very blessed by tiki gods today). Here's a review that I found on line. It says that there's a cheezy surf board on the wall, but nothing about tikis.
NIGHT OF THE 'ZOMBIE' By LIBBY CALLAWAY and MEGAN TURNER
August 24, 2002
Sit right back and you'll hear a tale - a tale of two professional lushes marooned in a tiki hut in Brooklyn with nothing but oodles of rum and pineapple juice and little paper umbrellas to keep them company. Could be a lot worse. We beached ourselves at Smith Street's newest drinkery, the Zombie Hut, expecting surfboards on the walls (check), "The Girl From Ipanema" on the stereo (check), and colorful plastic thingamajigs in our drinks (check). What we didn't expect were Skipper-sized drinks like The Suffering Bastard (three - count 'em - ounces of booze), The Gilligan (vodka, three rums and orange juice served in a mason jar) and the Scorpion Bowl (a virtual tureen of rum and brandy with four straws.) Forget about three-hour tours; you'll need a day and a night and then some to run through the cocktail menu at this little oasis of fruity frivolity. Zombie Hut, 261 Smith Street, between Douglass and Degraw Streets, (718) 855-2736.