Hawaiian Tropic Zone: At Hawaiian Tropic Zone, there are no swaying palm trees, no sand, or even surf. On the other hand, with a wait staff outfitted for a scene out of Beach Blanket Bingo, no one seems to notice the lack of an ocean view. You won’t get an umbrella in your drink, but your “table concierge” will be dressed head to toe in Nicole Miller bikini wear (accessorized by coordinating micro sarong). Island treats include lychee martinis, prickly pear mojitos, and a colossally decked-out rendition of the Pu-Pu platter (thank you, David Burke.) Twice an evening (6:30pm-8:30pm), the ladies present a “traditional Hawaiian pageant," which involves strutting down the catwalk in heels and bikini, and then having the patrons vote on a winner. Maybe that’s why they call it “the hottest place on earth.” Yes, it’s a shame it will be so hard to get guys to spend an evening here. |
