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A-frame entrance to Trader Sam's Enchanted Tiki Bar in Anaheim
June 2011, photo by Humuhumu
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Trader Sam's Enchanted Tiki Bar finally answers the question we've all been asking ourselves: what would it be like if the Enchanted Tiki Room actually served alcohol? Trader Sam's is named for the "head" salesman from the Jungle Cruise ride at Disneyland, and the decor is a mix of influence from that ride and the Enchanted Tiki Room, with a little of Walt Disney World's Adventurer's Club thrown in for good measure. Top-notch Disney designers Kevin Kidney and Jody Daily were able to work on some of the decor. The bar is utterly packed with entertaining bric-a-brac and artifacts from "Sam's" archives. The music is a pitch-perfect mix of Exotica, hapa haole and traditional Hawaiian tunes. The servers have been given the same training as the skippers on the Jungle Cruise, and keep the atmosphere lively, silly, and very friendly. The bar has lots of surprises and interactive elements, some triggered by ordering particular drinks. The quality of drink ingredients is higher than one might expect, with fresh-squeezed citrus and syrups from Portland's Trader Tiki in use. Sadly, the rums are of generally poor quality, and most of the drinks skew to the too-sweet end. Be sure to let your server know you're looking for something less sweet, and they'll steer you in the right direction. If you like the punny performance given by the Jungle Cruise skippers, you'll love the drink names: "HippopotoMaiTai", "Schweitzer Falls" and "Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Rum" are some of the cleverly-named cocktails. Kids are welcome at Trader Sam's, as long as they don't sit at the actual bar; there are several tables around the room where kids can sit. There is also an outdoor patio, where Hawaiian musicians perform nightly. There is a small menu of pupus available. The bar is near a casual dining tropical restaurant that opened at the same time, called Tangaroa Terrace. How to find it:
Trader Sam's is in the pool area of the Disneyland Hotel.
Parking:
Parking is available in the lot for Downtown Disney.
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If you love Tiki you must visit Trader Sam's.
Disneyland is home to two of the sacred Tiki relics: The Enchanted Tiki Room and the recently restored submarine rides. For decades tikiphiles have made the pilgrimage to this site and imbibed sacrificial cocktails at one of the bar’s in the Disneyland Hotel across the street while riding the monorail between the two. The monorail was a significant link in this routine since it provided an overview of the tawdry excesses always present at Disney’s borders almost since the founding of the park and always during the life of The Enchanted Tiki Room feature. This was not an unpleasant experience because it always felt like you were traveling George Jetson-style between different fantasy worlds in a fantasy vehicle. That has changed over the last two decades. Disney has dramatically expanded its deep sea squid tentacles into the surrounding neighborhood and sunk billions into altering virtually every piece of dirt it owns and all the public property which connects it.
Approaching Disneyland from the west in the afternoon is today, a completely different experience. The tawdriness is still there, but it ends city blocks from the two theme parks and all the associated other features like the Downtown Disney entertainment zone. Once you enter the Disney campus, because that is a closer analogy, you’ve entered one of the world’s great urban formal gardens designed to suck cash from your wallet. It is a vast green oasis/jungle with massive sound and retaining walls which pushes out the various forms of uncontrollable rot past almost all your lines of sight and sound range. You are no longer going to see a crack hooker from anywhere on the monorail. The monorail experience is diminished because you’re overwhelmed by the palm forest and other massive plantings you’re roaring around in. You don’t notice the transport as much because you’re so awestruck by the greenery flying past.
Trader Sam’s, a recent feature tiki bar, replaces older bars and is part of the entirely redone pool area at the expanded Disneyland Hotel complex. It looks fantastic on the outside and drinking/eating on the terrace to absorb the landscaping is the way to go. The Simba parking lot is the closest to the bar, and will still be a 1-2 block walk if you’re not going into the park. Follow the directions of the uniformly cheerful Disney parking cast, especially when they hear you’re looking for the strongest drinks they serve on campus. Once you’re inside the bar, you’re now inside the Denny’s of tiki bars: you’ll be the only one besides the staff wearing an Aloha shirt. Much like Damon’s in Glendale, a favorite haunt of Imagineers, this is a tiki bar you smuggle your own rum into.
All goodwill not withstanding, no tiki bar is worth its name if it stocks ZERO rum from Barbados, Jamaica or the mighty Demerara; and if you’re outside the US, you also better be carrying a Cuban. This is Trader Sam’s, not Trader Vic’s, which has a simple shrine containing the holy triumvirate of El Dorado 12, 15 and 21-year rums. My Zombie-like creation consisted of Bacardi 8, Zaya and a Bacardi 151 float. It gave me a headache. Had nothing been changed besides the rums, it would’ve drank so much better: El Dorado 8 year, Appleton Estate 12 year and Lemon Hart 151 would’ve cost Disney as much. Because it’s union, seniority is everything. Experienced older barmen have to take orders from kids who are pissed off they gave up their good careers as associate managers at Burger King to become Team Disney. Barmen have to humiliate themselves by dispensing frozen slushy mixes and the interior is a poorly thought out mash-up of a tiki bar and food service joint. It succeeds at neither, although I’m sure it meets its numbers in sales generated per square foot.
The interior is remarkably cheap and unattractive; besides a few forgettable gimmicky features. This is a grave insult to Disney’s own remarkable heritage and mountain of proprietary tiki-themed intellectual property. When it is inevitably replaced, it won’t be a missed feature. You’d never guess that dozens of skilled tiki artisans live within a 20 minute ride from this place or that the ocean is ten miles away. Their business is to schlep tiki mugs and service harried parents trying to frolic in the pools below. It shows no touches from that modern tentacle of Disney which seeks to impart knowledge as entertainment ala Disney University. I guess no one thought it was worth the effort to troll through the style guides from The Jungle Book, Tarzan, Finding Nemo, 20,000 Leagues Beneath the Sea, that whole series about pirates which has made more money than any other franchise in the 21st Century, et al. to bring some proprietary themed ideas inside the bar with food service. Five minutes at the bar jostling with everyone else is enough to see it all. Music’s OK. Go outside and enjoy the magnificent plantings. You’ll be hard-pressed to find 25-30 ft. Birds of Paradise in Hawaii.