Showing posts with label fish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fish. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Tiki Time: Bahooka

Summertime is prime season for tropical excursions and it just wouldn't feel like we had participated fully in the summer season unless we made our way back to that mecca of tropical splendor, Bahooka in Rosemead, CA.



Bahooka (est. 1967) is the world-famous tiki restaurant that has been celebrated in many books, on many websites and "best of" lists, and in the hearts of tiki-philes everywhere.  It truly is a mecca for enthusiasts of Polynesian pop and although it may seem so well-known that it wouldn't need to be featured here, we just couldn't live with ourselves if we didn't shine one more light on this wicky-wacky tacky landmark.


On our most recent visit, we were joined by our newlywed pals, Jesse and Emily (be sure to visit her film blog, thesilverscreenaffair.blogspot.com).

Mary, Mr. Tiny, Emily & Jesse
Bahooka is a tiki restaurant, so it straddles the line for us between a Tiki Time and Chow Time post.
  
Decisions, decisions....

It wasn't difficult to choose the heading under which Bahooka would fall; let's just say that they are not as well known for their food (not the best we've ever tasted) as they are for their huge assortment of (very strong, so we're told) tropical, tiki cocktails.

I've mentioned it before, but we are confirmed teetotalers so we left the rum
to the rummies in our group.  The newlyweds sharing a flaming "Scarlet Sails"
which according to the menu is actually a gin-based drink.  Do you call
someone drinking gin a ginny?  Or maybe a gin rummy?

Scarlet Sails in the sunset.
We definitely brought down the cool factor at our table
by several points by just drinking water.  At least it came
 in bamboo-shaped glasses!

Our real motivation in visiting Bahooka is the atmosphere - a combination south seas shipwreck, tiki bar, and marine aquarium.  I love that there isn't a blank space in Bahooka; everywhere one looks, there is an overabundance of visual stimulation.

Our dining table, a true feat of nautical craftsmanship -
anchored to the wall and suspended from the
ceiling by marine-grade chains.


As ever, my love for amazing light fixtures never wanes.
My favorite was this meteor lamp in a fish net.

The Big Kahuna



The best!
A tiki head illuminated inside a vintage,
 flower-bedecked gas pump

The most amazing thing about Bahooka is the amount of upkeep required to maintain the hundreds of fish tanks that fill the restaurant and surround each table.  The most famous fish in the aquarium that is Bahooka, is Ruffus.


Emily thought it was going to be like those old-timey lobster tanks
where you could choose your dinner.  She was inconsolable when
she realized she couldn't have Ruffus as her main course.

My favorite fish was this guys - dig those crazy fish lips!

To some it might seem ridiculous for the last remaining member of the Temperance Movement (not really) to drive forty minutes for a mediocre meal at a place famous for alcoholic drinks, but it is always a huge treat to visit Bahooka.  Such is the life of wacky tacky, searching out the delightful places that aren't so much frozen in time as they are a sweet respite from the worries and hurries of time.  


Bahooka
4501 N Rosemead Blvd
Rosemead, CA
(626)285-1241

www.bahooka.com


Cheers & Aloha!

Mr. Tiny

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Fish House

I don't like fish.  I wish I did.  I wish my palate was more sophisticated, more refined.  But as it stands, my taste is decidedly low brow.  Even when it comes to buildings, I tend to favor architectural "hot dogs" over haute design.  

A structure that is at once an exception to the rule (as it concerns my distaste for fish) and a real hot dogger (in its design sensibility) is the Fish House in Berkeley, CA.

The Berkeley Fish House

Driving down Mathews Street in Berkeley one hardly notices the house that is definitely swimming an upstream battle against its more staid architectural surroundings.  It isn't until one is almost in the driveway, that anything out of the ordinary is noticeable.  Then like a great white whale, the Fish House breeches the Northern California waters.

In point of fact, the house isn't really shaped like a fish. 


It is more reminiscent of the Nautilus or some other super-stylized submarine.
(Source)

Nevertheless, it cuts a striking figure on Mathews St.
Porthole windows, scales, fins, and gills add to the
fishy appeal - all the aquatic charm and no fishy smell!

Even the cement walk was stamped with bubbles.


This is how Mr. Tiny would get in to the Fish House but you might be asking yourself,
"How would Mr. Tiny get on at the Fish House?"

Answer: Swimmingly!
I've been practicing my fish face.

Forgive the garb, Mr. Tiny is not used to cold climes
and despite the sunshine, it was FREEZING cold!


Fish House

2747 Mathews St.
Berkeley, CA

As ever, there is a Disney clip to accompany almost every theme.  The Fish House left us longing to go bobbing along, bobbing along...

Bedknobs & Broomsticks (1971)

Cheers!

Mr. Tiny