The name is deceptive, for the only thing tropical about this State Street bar is the lone palm tree painted on the back wall. So, bring your own Panama Jack hat any night or twist a lime into cheap domestics on dollar-draft Mondays. A host of
regulars can be found on any given night. Quietly tucked away next
to Big City Bowl, it’s a great place to celebrate after throwing down
the turkeys or, alternatively, to drown your gutterball sorrows. Maybe
bowling isn’t your thing? Try your pool-shark skills at one of the
bi-monthly pool tournaments.
