After our sunset sail on t the Scotch Mist II, Tonyy had recommended dinner at Lahaina Coolers, but after two hours of champagne on a boat, we realized that we weren’t really in the mood for a sit down meal. So, in a most dreaded tourist moment, we went to Cheeseburger in Paradise.
I cringed when Bubba had mentioned it, but after an hour he nudged me and said, “It doesn’t look like you’re having too much of a problem being here", since I'd been singing along (loudly) to every song. We were upstairs, which meant up to our knees in a tacky, tiki theme with coconut bras and grass skirts, but the old dude playing guitar was belting our some of my favorites and I couldn’t help but croon along.
Our bartender, Christopher, had a great attitude, but its genuine flare wore off after we heard him deliver the same dialogue verbatim to some other customers. But again, can you blame the guy when his whole clientele is the tourist trade? You have to have some type of script to keep you sane. 
Food-wise we were happy too. Yet another mahi sandwich- pretty decent, but the Buffalo wings were really spectacular. I know that sounds ridiculous, but sometimes the simplest bar foods when done correctly are my favorite (especially after half a bottle of champagne of the Scotch Mist II.) By the end, I was threatening to buy a coconut bra, which is usually a sign I’ve had a good time.
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