Johnny Tsunami
Well-known member
While our first progress report on the new Castaway Cove VIP Lounge is still a few weeks away, I wanted to take a moment to share a historic moment here at the ranch.
Tiki gets into your soul at an early age. What usually begins as a celebration dinner for some family member, at Trader Vics, Don the Beachcomber, or some local tiki joint, when you were a kid, turns into a lifelong passion for rum, burnt bamboo, pufferfish, and exotic concoctions.
Thus, back in 2009, (long before we started our whole house tiki transformation, in 2016) while on a tiki trail vacation through Nevada and Southern California, we stopped at a non descript, industrial warehouse, on a tree lined street in Whittier California. Yep, that would be the famed, Oceanic Arts.
Since I flew out from Indiana, space to bring stuff home was very limited. But how could I leave this magical place without something to remember this epic day.
I settled on a 30 foot stretch of fishing net. Easy to pack, and easy to find a use for, somewhere in our little garage tiki bar at the time.
So we got home, packed it away in a box somewhere, and there it sat.
Fast forward, 16 years later, and today, after all this time, it finds its forever home, being hung in the rafters above the seating area, in our new VIP lounge.
From the shimmering shores of Cali, to the corn lined banks of Conundrum Creek, a small piece of tiki history, finds a home, at The Rapa Nui Ranch. Its gonna be a good day. Mahalo, Rob and LeRoy.
Tiki gets into your soul at an early age. What usually begins as a celebration dinner for some family member, at Trader Vics, Don the Beachcomber, or some local tiki joint, when you were a kid, turns into a lifelong passion for rum, burnt bamboo, pufferfish, and exotic concoctions.
Thus, back in 2009, (long before we started our whole house tiki transformation, in 2016) while on a tiki trail vacation through Nevada and Southern California, we stopped at a non descript, industrial warehouse, on a tree lined street in Whittier California. Yep, that would be the famed, Oceanic Arts.
Since I flew out from Indiana, space to bring stuff home was very limited. But how could I leave this magical place without something to remember this epic day.
I settled on a 30 foot stretch of fishing net. Easy to pack, and easy to find a use for, somewhere in our little garage tiki bar at the time.
So we got home, packed it away in a box somewhere, and there it sat.
Fast forward, 16 years later, and today, after all this time, it finds its forever home, being hung in the rafters above the seating area, in our new VIP lounge.
From the shimmering shores of Cali, to the corn lined banks of Conundrum Creek, a small piece of tiki history, finds a home, at The Rapa Nui Ranch. Its gonna be a good day. Mahalo, Rob and LeRoy.
