“Nothing says class like a monkey with a fez.”
This axiom is Stephen’s creed. The quip has even been written on his birthday cake. But, the original utterance was a retort to Heidi’s question “Why the hell are you buying all this monkey with fez stuff?” To Stephen, the answer was quite obvious. The fezzed primate is the perfect lowbrow ambassador for the Rockin’ Jellyfish Lounge, his Pan-Pacific Pop Surrealist home bar.
Read the rest of the story in Polynesiacs: Tiki at Home, page 120.
Rockin’ Jellyfish Lounge, Gig Harbor, Washington