Have you ever found yourself in a bar and looked across the room only to lock eyes and have it feel like there wasn't a single other person in the whole place? And then you realized that there actually wasn't anyone else in the whole place and you were looking into a mirror? Well, that was kind of how my visit to Island Bar went.
I will grant that I wasn't expecting to find any Tiki bars in the West Midlands of England, far from the islands of Polynesia or the American coasts that fetishized them. Honestly, aside from pubs and dance clubs, I wasn't expecting much out of the City of 1000 Trades, so finding a place with an excellent Mai Tai went above and beyond. I partially blame myself for the absolute lack of any other patrons. Not that I did anything to drive people off, that I know of, but this was a Sunday night and it was St. Patrick's day week which apparently is celebrated on the Sunday before, not the day of, so most people were probably more in the mood for a pint of Guinness than a Zombie. I was not aware of any of this. And when I say there was "no one else" in the bar, I should rephrase; there were three bar tenders, a DJ and seemingly a child running errands, but absolutely zero other paying customers. This enhanced my anxiety about being in a strange town with only a faint understanding of how to get back to my hotel. It is over that way, right?
But hell, let's have a drink. And then stand around awkwardly. By myself. I had both the standard Mai Tai (my barometer for any Tiki Bar) and their "spicy Mai Tai" which didn't actually taste much different, but it was cheaper because this was "Industry Night." No idea what that means, but I will gladly pay you less to obtain one. Both drinks were smooth, well mixed, and tasted like they used some of the better half of the more than 70 rums that Island Bar keeps on hand. Both were served in a high ball glass rather than a Tiki mug and there weren't any that could be purchased (alternate revenue stream, hint, hint) but used the proper crushed ice. I am guessing that the drinks on the two pages of Tiki recipes on the menu aren't as popular as some of the other beverages because the ingredients weren't pre-mixed and you could actually watch the bar tender pull everything that was needed, meaning that this wasn't a volume drink for them.
The bar tenders themselves were affable and slightly chatty, but it was clear that they still had work to do in getting the bar ready for the night, fully an hour into opening at 9.
The look of the bar was an interesting mix of island kitsch and 70's glam. The browns, oranges and yellows mixed in rectangular forms to play with the ample mirrors and Tiki outlines while a large Hawaiian/guitar mural dominated the main lounge area and secluded the dance floor. From their Instagram, the upstairs looks interesting, but I didn't get to lay eyes on it because I didn't know it was there and the stairs aren't evident or were closed off.
So, after two drinks and about 45 minutes of trying to pretend that I'm not an awkward, anxious person, I headed out into the chilly, Birmingham night. If I have the opportunity to travel here again, I would like to make another stop at Island Bar and see what it is like with at least a few other people. read more