![]() ![]() Fruity with a little bit of heat - Perfection. My husband, THE DRIVER, opted for something slightly tamer:Īnd I’m so glad he did, because as much as I enjoyed my Robo Zombie, I thought his Desert Mirage was FANTASTIC. And I think it’s wise that Chopper limits these drinks to one per guest, because I definitely felt like I’d had… we’ll say enough drinks by the time I finished. Once the flames had subsided, I was treated to a frosty, fruity, rum-filled delight of a drink. I mean, sure it was expensive but YOLO, right? And besides, it turned out this was far more than a drink that I was getting. I finally settled on the bar’s signature drink: the Robo Zombie. Should I go for the Space Pilot, with falernum, lime, cinnamon, grapefruit, raspberry, and rum? Or maybe the Caribbean Punch, with rum, spices, lime, and Sarsparilla… Or possibly something frozen? Everything looked fantastic. ![]() The same is true for the extensive drink menu.Īs you can imagine, I had a really hard time narrowing down my options as I made my way through this list. WHY?) Chopper is campy-retro-futuristic without being too in-your-face, and it’s cool as hell. In other words, ( Why did I start writing a screenplay for this post. Get me a Tequila Hurricane, would ya? Hold the interstellar ice. JACQUARD briefly ogles the women seated at the bar, then approaches the ROBOT BARTENDER. The crew of the STARSHIP enters the bar, wearing HAWAIIAN SHIRTS over their uniforms. Images of robot-faced TIKI GODS leer from the walls, and drinks are served in TIKI MUGS that resemble DROIDS. On closer inspection, the fixture over the bar isn’t an HVAC system it’s a GIGANTIC ROBOT, staring impassively down at TWO YOUNG WOMEN chatting below. Tropical plants surround cozy VINYL BOOTHS and a BAMBOO-LINED BAR in the center of the room. We see a classic 1960s-era tiki bar lit in neon tones. Stepping inside Chopper is like… well, remember those old reruns of Star Trek and Lost in Space that used to constantly play on TV? Imagine this is a script from one of those shows: ![]() Look for the robot-like tiki god (or is it a tiki god-like robot?) and the garage door windows on the corner of Stratton and Gallatin Avenue and you’ll know you’ve arrived. (If you’re reading this and you don’t live in Nashville, let me just warn you right now that parking in most neighborhoods is very hard to find these days and often ridiculously expensive.) We also found plenty of street-side parking when we visited on a Wednesday night at 8. You’ll find Chopper on Stratton Avenue in East Nashville and if you’re anything like us, you’ll be favorably disposed towards this bar from the moment you discover that there’s a parking lot right across the street that’s FREE after the bank closes for the day. How else do you explain the fact that there’s a robot-themed tiki bar in Nashville? “Actually, though, it’s not a bad idea…”Īt least, that’s how I imagine Chopper was born. “The only thing I really remember now is that I was at a tiki bar… but there were, like, robots everywhere.” “The dream I had last night was so weird,” he told a friend the next day over coffee. This East Nashville tiki bar has more than a few fun surprises. Fruity, rum-filled drinks, a retro Polynesian vibe… and robots. ![]()
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