Faze II

Speaking of Big Daddy...

Here's what the cab cam coughed up.
Bonus points if your story bridges both images.

Verizon-provided list of Mass. restaurants whose names include "Tiki"

KON TIKI Restaurant
39 Dalton Street, Boston, MA 02199

Tiki Buddha
10 Merchants Wy, Middleboro, MA 02346

TIKI Hawaii
331 Cotuit Road, Sandwich, MA 02563

TIKI House
569 Moody Street, Waltham, MA 02453

TIKI in Restaurant
30 Mount Auburn Street, Watertown, MA 02472

TIKI Island
Superior Chinese/Polynesian cuisines. Accomodates Functions of 120 people, Full line of Exotic Island Drinks w/ Lounge and Catering is our specialty.
Proudly Serving Massachusetts
(781) 391-0477
(781) 391-5891 (fax)
Email: infotikiislandrestaurant.com
Website http://www.tikiislandrestaurant.com

TIKI KYE
Silo Mkt Place, Carver, MA 02330

TIKI Lau Restaurant Inc
355 Littleton Road, Westford, MA 01886

TIKI Palace
1177 Washington Street, Braintree, MA 02184

TIKI Port Chinese Restaurant & Lounge
RR 132, Hyannis, MA 02601

TIKI Room
1 Lansdowne Street, Boston, MA 02215

Tiki Tiki Restaurant
335 Main, Fitchburg, MA 01420

Tiki-In
165 Massachusetts Avenue, Arlington, MA 02474

ABB: What is the name of the place in Lenox?

Once he realized that Loretta had stolen his car

and drunk-driven herself home from the Tikidome, he tore three twenties from his wallet and pounded them onto the table with a ferociousness that drew notice from all five people in the building. He exited the dining room by walking between shining Buddhas, then violently flipped through the battered Yellow Pages he found under the payphone. BIG DADDY TAXI CO INC was now his only hope.

as she rushed to the bathroom,

she had a premonition of how the next five minutes would unfold: her date would reach under the dinner table, rifle through her purse, find the lube and handfuls of condoms, incorrectly assume that she was trying to hook him, and disappear without a trace.

all she could think was, "why did i order a fucking curry?"

"I REFUSE TO ALLOW IT,"

she stammered again, falling against him and grabbing fistfuls of his oil-tainted sweatshirt.

He pretended the concentrations of moisture gathering rapidly on his lower eyelids were a long-delayed reaction from the Polynesian mustard of an hour ago.

Blip Fiction

They were in love and drunk, so when he reached across the table to take her hand, he didn't notice that his sleeve had caught fire on the Scorpion Bowl until it was too late.