Tiki No — Restaurant in Los Angeles

My bestie told me how she loves coming here and finally dragged me out and it didn't disappoint. Being the little hidden diamond it is, I thought it was the coolest bar ever. Aside from Mr. Grumpy Pants, or as he is known (The older white haired guy), was a lifesaver here with her other cheeky Tiki mates who are fun and enjoyable to talk to and make some bomb drinks. Mr. Grumpy pants was unnecessarily rude and ruined our vibe as soon as we walked because he couldn't be bothered with us asking questions about the restaurant or the drinks as he was trying to force me to just buy one. I have allergies bro. Calm down. Bro: Pro Tip, no one is forcing you to be there, but it's your job to bring spirit, fun and discuss your menu, especially to new customers. So do it, or move along. Nobody deserves to be told off like we did or treated like poopy for no reason. Luckely a couple extra spots were open at the other end of the bar where we meet the ray of Sunshine herself, Sunny. They have N64 setup so that was cool to play and watch others play, have some delicious fireworks drinks and lots of love n laughs.... except for Mr. GRUMPY PANTS. Thank God he left because what a mood vibe killer. We almost left because of that guy after our first drink. But ... I let no one piss in my cheerios, except of course cows milk haha 😄. Thanks TIki No for a great night! Except you, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Sunny could you poor your liquid Sunshine in a glass for him on his next shift so he can perk the f up?! Life's already hard.... don't make it hard for everyone else bro. Mahalo MF. Thanks Tiki!!! - oh and in case you like tiny little faucets there's two main attractions. The world's second tinest little faucet in the men's bathroom that is like an inch and a half long and will give you just the right amount of crazy with your hand washing experience ... and the world's smallest goes to Mr. Grumpy Pants with a micro 1 incher. Guess which one is gonna leave you wetter than a wet soggy burrito in tijuanna. Chao! Oh, it's cheap drinks too. I drank like 6 or 8 drinks and spent like 100. That's better than most cocktail...

On June 6, my friend and I visited your bar and chose to sit at the end of the table. We waited approximately 15 minutes without being greeted or acknowledged by the bartender. During that time, a group of people came in and were welcomed with an enthusiastic “Hello guys, how are you?” The bartender promptly cleaned their area, handed them menus, and took their drink orders—right in front of us.

What made this especially frustrating is that the bartender looked directly at us, held two menus, and still chose to ignore us and serve the other group first. He only acknowledged us after I had to speak up and ask for menus.

This made both of us feel unwelcome and disrespected. We couldn’t help but wonder if the treatment we received had something to do with the fact that we are two Black men. If so, that’s deeply disappointing and unacceptable. Every customer deserves to be treated equally, with basic courtesy and professionalism.

The bartender was a Hispanic male with black hair, but we weren’t able to get his name as we decided to leave due to the experience.

Please take this feedback seriously and work toward providing better customer service to all guests, regardless of race or background. This encounter left a sour taste in our mouths and it’s something that should not...

Tiki No – North Hollywood’s Hollow Island Fantasy

Tiki bars are meant to be absurd. That’s half the charm—paper parasols, bamboo bars, drinks served in skulls. But charm alone doesn’t cut it when you’re paying Los Angeles prices for the privilege.

At just 10% occupancy on a weekend night, Tiki No should’ve been a laid-back hideaway. Instead, I watched the bartender spend 15 minutes nursing shots with comics from the nearby Ha Ha Café and Comedy Château—too busy to grab me a simple Modelo Negra. When it finally came, I asked for a glass. He handed me one straight from the dishwasher—too hot to hold, too steamy to use. Call it a lava flow without the rum.

Don’t worry, he didn’t offer to pour the beer.

Karaoke was dominated by a single performer for a full half hour. No rotation, no energy—just one man and a mic. The room didn’t echo with cheers. It yawned.

Aesthetically, Tiki No delivers the Hollywood Tiki fantasy: glowing orbs, carved totems, neon underlights. But atmosphere isn’t enough. Service matters. Vibe matters. And right now, this ship feels adrift.

Unless you’re nostalgic for mediocrity with a side of humidity,...