A Lanai in Brooklyn
Step through the velvet curtain. Inside, the trade winds carry rum and pimento — a Pacific lounge born under a Myrtle Avenue moon.
Maui Brooklyn is a love letter written in brass and bone. We pulled the islands of the Caribbean and the Hawaiian archipelago into the low golden light of a 1920s lanai — banana leaves in shadow, ceiling fans turning slow, a long mahogany bar polished to the color of dark honey. Every plate is a postcard; every drink is a small adventure ordered by candlelight.
Our kitchen runs on oxtail braises and kalua smoke. Our bar pours aged rum from Jamaica, Trinidad, Martinique, and the British Virgin Islands. The records spin slow — somewhere between a Don Ho ballad and a Toots & the Maytals B-side — and the conversation runs late into the warm Brooklyn night.
