The Donald closed down Trader Vic's at the Plaza in '89 because it was "tacky". I don't know about you but sometimes we all need some really gaudy shit in our measly lives. Luckily, NYC still have a handful of Tiki Bar Polynesian-esque joints around such as the Painkiller, Lani Kai and Otto's Shrunken Head... And now the Hurricane Club. It looks real swank on the outside but once you step inside it's a throwback to the old school tiki lounge vibe aka tacky. The Vic is back! In spirit at least. The decor almost looks like it belongs in a theme park resto. The servers wear white dinner jackets which is really friggin cheesy in a Ricky Ricardo kinda way... But I like it. Hopefully, I'll like the food here, too.
This thing is so fucking Americanized, if you did a side by side taste test with Panda Express... I swear you wouldn't know which is which. But I gotta admit... You have to slum it sometimes, makes you appreciate the finer things in life. The skrimpz were crunchy and not too heavily breaded, it's basically popcorn shrimp with sprinklings of shit on top.
OK, these are special... They remind me of the fat retard kid that stands in the corner talking to the wall. They just don't know WTF they're doing there... Kinda like these things. Thick doughy skin, dried out pork inside and sticky sweet with little heat. You can't spell dumplings without DUMP. Splash. Shoulda got the steamed chicken shumai... Oh, well.
Cute. But not all that great. They would be a hit for a MTV's Sweet 16 party here. Kids these days are dumb as fuck and entitled to shitty food. Here ya go...
Interesting take... Actually pretty decent with the nice size taro chips for scooping.
Not a bad dish at all. Fall off da bone sweet meats and fried lotus chips.
This coulda been a good dish... If they added more discernible lobster meat, they were tiny bits on the bottom, and the noodles were a bit overcooked. Still an acceptable version with a good hint of spiciness.
A fancy version of General Tso's cheekan with bits of cashews in it, along with enoki shrooms and water chestnuts. Chicken was crispy and well fried but at the end of the day it was just a glorified hole in the wall rendition of that classic Asian-Americanized slutty fried chicken.
The entire dish is just too green... One of Linda Blair's fav. But this "vegan" dish was actually quite tasty. Eggplant was soft without being mushy and the green curry had adequate spiciness. But where was the rice? Who eats curry by itself? The Hurricane Club, that's who... So, quit yer whining and open that snout and pour. Repeat.
Chocolate bar with banana brulee... Whatever.
Let's get one thing straight, it ain't soft serve.. more like an icee. But had very strong flavors of lychee, almost like they made it in house. Toasted shaved coconut chips were nice and gave it that contrasting texture. I liked it. Amazing, I know.
A "concept" or a "theme" like this place doesn't have to be fancy which I think they try to be a little... A Tiki lounge/Polynesian joint is low rent classy which is meant to be fun in a let your hair down, scratch your balls and sip cheesy drinks from a 2 foot long straws kinda way. This will do.
360 Park Avenue South
New York, NY 10010
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