Green Parrot

entertainment-nightlife / Other

Lonely Planet review

The oldest bar on an island of bars, this rogues’ cantina opened in the late 19th century and hasn’t closed yet. The owner tells you the parachute on the ceiling is ‘weighed down with termite turds,’ while a blues band howls through clouds of smoke. Defunct business signs and local artwork litter the walls and, yes, that’s the city attorney showing off her new tattoo at the pool table. Men: check out the Hieronymus Bosch–like painting Proverbidioms in the restroom, surely the most entertaining urinal talk-piece on the island.