A professor, a reverend, and a bartender walk into a hole.

I got pledge-pinned at the Forbidden Hole. There was no advance notice, no initiation. It just happened so fast. It was so taboo. I’m still thinking about it.

The sole purpose of my trip to Omaha was to meet Brad, the amazing manager and head bartender at his Laka Lono, one of the best tiki bars in the US. Little did I know my plan for that night would change after a few drinks. As we chatted and toured the bar, Brad learned more about the purpose of my trip and wanted Omaha to be represented in the home bar road trip mix. So, he immediately texted his friend Todd (aka Cool Breeze). Two hours later, I was on my way to visit a forbidden hole.

Let’s be real. When a place has the word forbidden in the title, you can’t not be curious. It’s a given. When someone forbids you to do something, you do it. Didn’t we all learn this in our Reverse Psychology 101 course back in the day? It was not a matter of free will. When Brad said Todd was welcoming me to a forbidden hole, I was compelled by the forces of human nature.

Read the rest of the story in Polynesiacs: Tiki at Home, page 297.

The Forbidden Hole, Omaha, Nebraska

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