Tiki Terrace – Des Plaines, IL

Outside Tiki Terrace

During our trip to Chicago, we set aside a day for a pre-birthday tiki blitz/get blitzed—three bars in one day. We started off at Tiki Terrace in the neighboring north suburb of Des Plaines. Even with the trusty GPS, it was really hard to find since it’s in a giant strip mall and partially hidden from view by a Blockbuster. Ahh, suburbia.

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The unassuming exterior is deceiving, as the inside is pretty freaking cool. These two giant Moai tikis flank the stage where dancers perform Polynesian shows on the weekends during dinner, hence all the lights and speakers.

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We came for lunch on a weekday, so it was pretty quiet, all the better for me to go around taking photos without annoying too many people.

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And what better way to start the day than with a cocktail! This lovely libation was a Mango-colada, a blend of “mango rum, fresh mango nectar and mango liqueur.” So tasty, it was almost like a fruit smoothie.

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The menu featured lots of Hawaiian favorites, like a Spam burger, Maui onion soup, and, of course, loco moco! Mr. Baseball had a non-Spam burger and I ordered the kalua pork with the classic plate-lunch accompaniments of rice and macaroni salad. A side of barbecue sauce added forty cents to the bill, but it was necessary since sadly the pork was kind of dry.

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As part of my birthday present, Mr. Baseball offered to get me a tiki mug at each of our stops, so our server set up all their Dynasty mugs at the bar for me to browse. I wish they’d had mugs specifically made for Tiki Terrace, but one did catch my eye. Can you guess which one I chose?

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All in all, I really liked Tiki Terrace and would definitely come back again. I can’t imagine what it must be like to step in to this tropical oasis from a snowy Chicago winter. Brrr!

Tiki Terrace
1591 Lee St.
Des Plaines, IL 60018
847-795-TIKI

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Bob Chinn’s Crab House – Wheeling, IL

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Earlier this month, Mr. Baseball and I went to visit his home town of Chicago. Well, the north suburbs to be exact (as my mom the Southsider White Sox fan always points out). Bob Chinn’s Crab House in Wheeling is a favorite of the Baseball family, and I was definitely down to try it when they mentioned Mai Tais.

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There really aren’t any tiki-ish design details to speak of, besides the basket lamps. (I spotted a bunch of these decorating the ceilings at LA’s Bahooka last weekend.)

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Bob Chinn’s feels less like a restaurant and more like a warehouse full of tables. I’d thought the first room was really big, and then they led us through another giant room, and then another!

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The hosts are all on headsets and they herd you into lines depending on your party size. Apparently, there’s a wait on most nights, in spite of the fact that the restaurant can seat more than 600 people!

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I’m susceptible to the power of suggestion, so, of course, I had to order that Mai Tai. Their version was very tart and was served up in this 27-ounce plastic tiki mug (a bit Party City-esque, but nobody’s perfect). When she brought my drink over, our waitress gave me a slip of paper and said that after you collect six or so of these Mai Tai receipts, you get your very own Bob Chinn’s fisherman jacket…Ok, then!

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I was kind of overwhelmed with the menu (lobster can be served five ways, shrimp has at least eight preparations, etc.) so I put my fate in the hands of our server, who suggested the grouper. The control freak side of me regretted that order immediately, but I ended up being really pleased with it. The fish was so flavorful and the potatoes were perfect.

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When she carded me for my cocktail (which happens pretty much everywhere), our server noticed that it was just a few days until my birthday. So at the end of our meal, this dessert—Bob’s Slice of Paradise—landed on our table. It’s a sweet potato pie (made with a purple variety from Okinawa) with a macadamia nut crust. It was definitely different—the texture was more like Bob’s Slice of Baby Food.

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On our way out, we spotted Bob Chinn himself, sitting at a table and digging into a plate of crabs. Mr. Baseball cajoled me into saying hi, which turned into a photo op and trash talk about LA restaurants, he especially had some words for Gladstone’s. That Bob Chinn is a feisty one. And check it out, he’s wearing the aforementioned fisherman jacket. Snazzy!

Bob Chinn’s Crabhouse
393 S. Milwaukee Ave.
Wheeling, IL 60090
847-THE-CRAB

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