“Two Belgian guys come into a bar…” What might sound like the start of an inapt joke has ended up giving this town a very worthwhile place to come to for a great drink. I discovered it in the midst of getting my cocktail game on in Vienna and I’ve been coming back again & again ever since.
Matiki offers you what you might expect: funky little parasols, pineapples & fruits, within your cups and throughout the place, and at the same time it resists the danger of overdoing it. Au contraire, they’ve hand-picked some of the tiki raw materials and have taken it to another level. This bar comes off as quite classy, really.
Try and have a chat with the cheerful staff – in flower-shirts, of course; after all, they have to take their tiki-business seriously – and they’ll give you a theoretical introduction on the origins of the tiki culture & its spread and bastardization over the past decades. They really know their coconuts!
What makes me come back though, besides their high-quality sips of course, are the details that shape this place. Not only can you pick your Bride from Ipanema, your Dead Reckoning or Navy Grog, having orientated yourself by the true-to-detail illustrations in the menu, but also you will slurp them from authentic tiki-mugs they themselves produce. They’ve created a whole concept for the bar, with lots of love & thought. Also, they follow a popcorn-until-your-drink-is-done policy, which very much rounds up the whole visit. Come and tiki with them!