Chuck Gould wrote:
The Safari Grill? Yeah! It was this amazing dockside topless bar back
in the 70's. Fake leopard skin everything, cheesy "grass hut" decor,
and multi-colored 25-watt lightbulbs jammed into the ends of phony tiki
torches. 25-cent schooners and pitchers for a buck apiece. You could
see through the beer, but the "dancers" actually looked a lot like very
authentic safari-land women (those safari-land women over 50, anyway)
straight out of the pages of National Geographic. Bartender wore khaki
shirts and shorts, as well as a greasy pith helmet- and it was rumored
that he originated the slogan "Same shirt, different day." More smoke
in the air than a four-alarm fire in a cigar store, and the pool table
sloped almost as much as the pinball machine. Is that the place you
have in mind? :-)

They just don't have a lot of class joints like that anymore. Too bad.

John Hiatt said it best in song:
"Thank God the Tiki Bar is open, thank God the Tiki Torch still shines
Thank God the Tiki Bar is open, come on in and loosen up your mind"