Tiki Tabu is on the 7th Floor of Sixty LES hotel on 190 Allen Street in the Lower East Side and it disappointed from start to finish.
At the hotel lobby, we were told that the entrance to the bar was outside to and the left — it was not. But once we finally made it to the 7th floor, I was initially impressed. The space is well decorated and visually, it wasn’t as corny as a name like Tiki Tabu might suggest. It is the Manhattan version of a Hawaiian themed suburban block party: think tropical wallpaper, vibrant colors, natural light and draping string lights, all above a pretty epic view of mid-Manhattan. There are two separate outdoor spaces attached to the bar as well, both decorated in the same theme. Unfortunately, this decor is the only thing the bar nailed.
I got there around 9:00 pm on a Saturday night, and it was surprisingly empty. After grilling my ID for way too long (I’m 30 years old, relax) the bouncer let us know that the bar was only empty because the DJ hadn’t showed up yet. Either way, since the place was empty, my group was easily able to sit down at a table.
The cocktail selection wasn’t especially appealing and I struggled to choice, And even though there are only six cocktails to choose from (curiously, none of them were Hawaiian), our waitress Veronica seemed know little about any of them. These cocktails do rotate seasonally, so I don’t blame her entirely. Otherwise, Veronica was pleasant and attentive. We tried the Martini Thyme and the Full Spice Margarita, both priced at $12. They both were garbage — saccharine and somehow both under-flavored but over-spiced. The perfect combo for a hangover.
The DJ eventually showed up (of course, he was some Bieber-esque frat bro dressed in Supreme from head-to-toe with a MacBook), yet the the dance floor was still curiously empty. I decided to kick off the dance party, which I did somewhat successfully. Finally, it looked like the bar had some kind of pulse.
However, the gathering crowd wasn’t exactly superb. Most people seemed to either be staying at the hotel or coming in from New Jersey for the night. Don’t get me wrong, I am from New Jersey so no shade…. but, shade.
There wasn’t much else left to do at this place, so as any self respecting drunk New Yorker does, I left to get pizza around midnight.
Tiki Tabu is a hard pass. The drinks are tasteless and the staff is kind of rude. This hangover was not worth it.