When we were in Tucson I dragged (I am not exaggerating) my husband and parents to Kon Tiki, an untouched 1963 tiki bar. We weren’t even in the mood for a drink, and man were those drinks strong! But I wanted to bask in the Polynesian surroundings and leave with a tiki mug. This one was especially cute.
Photo by Jeremy May
Its current content, also a perfect Arizona souvenir, is equally likely to put some hair – ahem, spines – on your chest.