Los Feliz, Los Angeles · bar
A sacred shrine to rum, rituals, and pure unfiltered tiki madness. Family-run since 1961, this tiny, lava-lamped hut packs in regulars like sardines—each one ready to chant “Toro! Toro! Toro!” as flaming drinks get torched behind the bar. It’s cash-only, deeply weird, and absolutely essential—more tiki church than bar, with cocktails strong enough to time-travel and colossal slabs of pineapple and coconut in each drink. Pro tip: show up at 5 sharp if you want a seat.