Club Tsunami

This club is the armpit of Waikiki.
I can’t stress enough to everyone to please STAY AWAY from this sausage magnet waste of space that has the audacity to call itself a nightclub. Plus there’s no air conditioning… you’ll be marinated in your own sweat before you finish your beer.

I have never been so terrified in my entire life. I was less terrified the night before when my friends and I stumbled into a karaōke bar that I’m pretty sure doubled as a meth lab.
To give you an idea of the kind of people that frequent this establishment I will relay the following conversation:
(Sketchy Guy holds up hand and offers me a Jello shot. His thumb is IN the Jello shot)
Him: So where are you from?
Me (cringing and looking for a way to escape): San Francisco.
Him: Oh really? Where do you live?
Me (trying to be as vague as possible): The Haight.
Him (looking for a way to show how much we have in common): Cool! I used to be homeless in Golden Gate Park! I lived in the tunnel.
Me: Wow.
If you’re a woman please please please don’t go here. This is the kind of place where people get gang raped. If you’re a frat boy or an ex con looking to drink lukewarm 25 cent beer and bang your head against the wall, then by all means knock yourself out.
I will end with a quote from my friend Meghan.
«I would rather get a pap smear than go back to that place.»

A total dump. It’s like a dirtier, less packed Maddog’s, with less girls. Who could have thought that all three were possible. Luckily they are very close to each other, so if you want to have the worlds lamest night, you can go to both easily.

This bar is sketchier than the bus station.

Things not to expect in this place. First off… cleaniness. 2^nd… a sober person, I am talking help included. If you crave a rough night yet eventful. Stop by this little establishment. With ceilings low enough you could be back in your pot dealer from high school’s basement and lighting dark enough to be a haunted house, if debauchery is a must, eat having to pay a cover (yea a cover, hence the three stars). 3^rd, dont expect an acute sense of fairness from the bouncers. I have been chucked from disagreeing with a bartender about whats a better scotch to being shown the door for absolutely nothing. I say stop in, stay no more than an hour and you wont regret the funk you acquire between your slipper and your foot from the dank concrete floor. Hell I’ll probably stagger by you

um, so uh… yeah. this is what bars in waikiki are supposed to look like? we initially were just driving by… but as we waited at the light we look over to see the cute blonde door guy smiling and waving at us to come inside. we really weren’t going to go in at first but then all agreed, «ok whatever lets check it out.» we applied 40 pounds of lipgloss and walked in ready to party… well first, this place looks like someones old moldy garage. the ceilings seemed lower than normal, the place smelled weird and its a standing-​only bar. lastly, there were hardly any girls to be found. not that 4 single girls on vacation would typically be complaining about a thing like this… i mean, if the guys in there were semi-​cute… but they weren’t and all looked like shady ex-​cons. we walked to the back of the bar hoping to find some hidden room or something. back there was a dance floor and it was extremely dark and scary. we could see some guys lurking in the shadows… what was back there? after about 2 minutes of looking around we just turned around and walk out. we didn’t fit in. as some hawaiians might say about something bad…“that place was junk, ya?” yes it was. so onto the next bar. this is vacation, we will not give up.