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Becoming Part of the Smuggler's Cove Club

I finally, at long last, made my way to Smuggler's Cove last Thursday night. I have been a fan of Polynesian-themed watering holes since I was a teenager, when my underage friends and I would head to Aku-Aku in Cambridge, Massachusetts, mugging in front of the giant Easter Island heads outside before trying to convince the waiters that yes, they could serve us Scorpion bowls. Let's face it—there are point in ones life when drinking tête-a-tête from two-foot-long straws is basically the pinnacle of existence.

Rain, Rain (Don't) Go Away: The Tonga Room Rally

I can only imagine that the call to action is that classic Hawaiian song, "Mele Kalikimaka."

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