Y'all may not know -- there's a fine San Francisco hotel called The Hotel Rex. They stitch the name "REX" right on the pillow covers. Our boy ought to check in sometime and check out with some extra linens...
Oh, man, you're not gonna believe what else turned up while I was browsing the Internet Archives -- the Jubilee! radio show on AFRS from the '40s. Check out the artist list and see if you don't want to listen to a bunch of these after Rex's show is over.
If I was a young man back in the 30s and saw Whispering Whoopie I probably would have creamed my young pants and had fantasy material in my mind for months.
It's a shame that the Tonga Room is so pricey these days -- it's got everything you could want in the way of atmosphere, and even decent food, but it's a splurge date.
Indeed. We recently lost Bahooka here in Los Angeles (neither good food nor great drinks but a gem nonetheless). Few of the greats still remain so I try to frequent as often as I can before they're all wiped out. Definitely hard on the wallet but always worth it in hindsight.
I'll admit to having felt somewhat oogsy-moo earlier in the day, but Fool's Paradise slapped me upside the head and trimmed my jib. Thanks, Rex.
2:30pm
xoxobabydoe:
The TONGA ROOM has a new menu of drinks that are really tasty (although sad they got rid of the 'vintage' cocktails). Both Smugglers Cove and Forbidden Island are worth checking out too - I know how much you love cocktails Rex!
All this talk of tiki bars reminds me of the Hawaii Kai on Broadway, long departed, but it had its moments. The industrial grade rubbing alcohol they used in lieu of rum was so horrible I could get a hangover from just reading the menu.