Launched amid LA’s tropical bar craze in 1961, this unassuming shack keeps the tiki torch burning brightly with nearly 90 distinct exotic drink selections (beer and wine fanciers: wrong bar), including the original founder’s famous Ray’s Mistake (it’s not on the menu, so make yourself sound like a regular). Conversely, only a dozen barstools and a few tables are available, so barflies line up fast and furiously for entrance to a Mai Tai-drenched party scene amid as much kitschy Polynesian paraphernalia as possible. And because the bar’s owner-operated, you can smoke like a volcano if it suits you, yet PDAs – even hand-holding – are an ejectable offense.