Tiki Bar

Returned to the Jersey Shore last night, primarily to have a few drinks at a tiki bar. After waiting on line for twenty minutes, getting carded by a police officer, paying $10 to get in, we still got watered-down drinks in a too-crowded atmosphere, all the while subjected to a near-parodic cover band that had a horrendous version of "Sweet Home Alabama" mingling with the more expected Michael Jackson feints. Disappointed? You could say that.