“The tiki lounge was Grif’s idea. It had bamboo walls that muted sound, an island god guarding the front door, and was dark enough to remain discreet despite all of that. Frankie’s Tiki Room was also a sort of home-away-from-home for the rockabilly crowd, marrying South Seas nostalgia with the mid-century aesthetic to create an escape from the brazen glitz of modern Las Vegas… The last time Grif had been here was with Kit. She wore a Hawaiian dress with flowers in her hair, and though his suit and fedora had been remarked upon, the glances he got had been more covetous than wondering. He lost count of the number of times he’d been complimented on his straight-razored pomp. Grif smiled, remembering that they drank rum until sunrise, then went home and made love until sunset.” –The Given
I’ve been known to insert little “Easter eggs” in my texts for my readers, mostly places in Las Vegas that those who’ve been here — and especially those who live here — can ferret out and even visit if they’d like. In fact, at my recent Las Vegas book signing I was told that the folks at the Neon Museum (responsible for the upkeep and restoration of the signage in the Las Vegas valley) commented that before the Neon Boneyard was jazzed up, and some key signage restored to its former glory, the visitors there were most often comprised of locals and those who’d read my Signs of the Zodiac series.
I love that. I love sharing places like the Boneyard and the Peppermill and the Golden Steer with you. It’s homage to my dusty desert town, and they’re little gems that you might not hear of otherwise. Frankie’s Tiki Room is another.
I know I wrote about it in The Taken — tiki lounges are a big part of rockabilly culture, which is Kit Craig’s passion in the Celestial Blues trilogy, and truly what helps keep her putting one foot in front of the other. In addition to interviewing rockabilly enthusiasts, attending the Rockabilly weekender many years in a row, and making friends with burlesque dancers, I research Kit’s culture by drinking rum drinks at Frankie’s. Listen. It’s a tough job but someone has to do it.
Here are some pics from that research trip, but they’re only of the exterior. I got inside, saw the menu, and forgot to take more. Maybe you can go there and take some for me. Say hi to Kit if you see her. ;)
So if you’re looking for another “Easter egg” — or just something a little off the beaten path when visiting Vegas, hop in to Frankie’s … tell them Kit and Grif sent you.