If you have never tried the TikiCat tiki bar in KC (in the basement of HopCat), YOU MUST!
The drinks are strong AF and delicious. The atmosphere is lush and begging for adventure. The DJ is spinning some vintage voodoo vinyl.
But the waitresses. GOOD GOD, the waitresses are fucking smoking. Their eyeliner is so on point, it begs to poke your eyes out. And their racks are a sight to behold.
Reservations are required, you're kicked out after 2 hours and they're only open a few days a week.
Speakeasy and carry a big stick. And a fat wallet.
MUAH!