The Pharoahs. The Roman Empire. The Ottoman Empire. The Ming Dynasty. The British Colonial Empire. The USSR.
All of these great empires eventually fell. Why? You might well ask. Here's why.
No tiki bar.
No great civilization....no great city...can exist without a tiki bar. Ridiculous drinks in ridiculous mugs at ridiculous prices are the cornerstone of human civilization.
Which brings us to Chicago's contribution to mankind's evolution.
Three Dots and a Dash is quintessential tiki. The door is in the middle of an alley....walked right past it twce....and the stairs down are worth the price of admission.
It ain't Hawaii. It ain't the Florida Keys. It's a basement. It's underground. It's dark. It makes no sense to put a tiki bar here. It’s all so horribly wrong.
So, of course, I loved the joint.
One caveat. I'm in my sixties. This place is twentysomething central. But I don't allow my age to stand between me and a skull-topped toothpick in a slice of pineapple floating on a sea of rum and Cointreau. Never did Never will.
Do not ever let evil men carrying tiki torches destroy the greatness of tiki for you. Three Dots understands the TRUE life-affirming meaning of tiki. Drink up. Have fun.
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