A fat slice of vintage 1950s cocktail culture. Lots of places call themselves “lounges” but to many people the word means something specific, and the folks who run Shag have captured it to a tee. The furniture recalls decades past, and cries out for wire-thin ties, porkpie hats and low-cut cocktail dresses. They serve a wicked martini and some of the best tiki drinks found in town since the demise of Tiki Boyd’s. So, c’mon cats and kittens.