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Post #354982 by Xndr du Sauvage on Tue, Jan 15, 2008 6:20 AM

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Humuhumu, thanks, I had no idea Time archived so many articles from that long ago! Nice contemporary review of the cuisine. : )

Hey, some other interesting articles:

March 31, 1961: Polynesia at Dinnertime - Trader Vic's

Sep. 17, 1956: Henry's Thatched Huts - Henry J. Kaiser's Hawaiian Village

Kaiser first bought a somewhat rundown hotel next to Waikiki beach. Within four months he had ripped down the hotel, put up in its place 24 hotel bungalows, three swimming pools, a nightclub and bar. To be sure that his new toy was authentic, he used Polynesian architecture and decor (tiki gods. Hawaiian and Oriental furnishings, yards of tapa cloth, thousands of sea shells), had a Samoan Mormon colony thatch the bungalow roofs by hand.

Dec. 16, 1966: On to the Outer Island - Tourism in Hawaii

..as he sits sipping a mai tai (assorted rums, lime, sugar and pineapple), served by a statuesque dark-haired wahine in a billowing muu muu with a blood-red anthurium in her hair.

May 25, 1959: Pop Records - "Quiet Village" Martin Denny review

Aug. 17, 1962: Mood Merchant - Arthur Lyman

May 19, 1961: Spoiled Spinster - Looks like an awful Shirley MacClaine movie "Two Loves"

Shirley is really a marm—a frustrated, febrile virgin teaching a grist of young Maoris in New Zealand..the film has the artsy-craftsy exotica of Trader Vic's.

Feb. 10, 1961: Under the Bam, the Boo - MGM shoots a film in Tahiti

One studio technician, armed with crates of thin, circular, skin-colored pads, is the ultimate in Hollywood specialists; every day he sees to it that roughly 1,500 bosoms are covered so skillfully that they look uncovered, presumably satisfying both censors and audiences. ... MGM's 105-man crew ... has spread itself out in grass shacks along a ten-mile stretch of coastline, where some are so content that they may remain forever.