Good Tiki stories start on a shore.
Like ours. But nobody said they have to end there. Which brings us to Broadway.

The Friki Tiki’s soul will always live on the coast of Branford, Connecticut, where the echoes of tickled ivories and rowdy revelry are still heard by some Long Island Sound sailors late at night. But the heart of the Friki Tiki also beats for Broadway, and a community with a passion for companionship, showmanship and more-than-occasional spontaneous singalongs.

So we transplanted our roots — still with a bit of beach sand — here to Hell’s Kitchen, where we’re proud to represent a slightly hedonistic mix of “unbuttoned Connecticut” and 44th Street theatricality. Both partying and playing together in a place where they don’t just co-exist, they…well, let’s just say they probably shouldn’t be doing that in public.

X O X O – Eamon, Greg + Robert