However, imagine my surprise when over the weekend I was headed down Central Avenue and there were hundreds of people congregating outside of a cool new space. It was Grassroots Kava House, at 957 Central Avenue. Today, I went and tried Kava for the first time. Trying to use the resources I have, I read about kava first. It’s a root, it’s popularity is from the Pacific islands, it’s non-alcoholic and it’s been said to create an effect of calmness, well-being and relaxation. Sounds great, I’ll have one!
The space at Grassroots is really lovely and there is a high top bar with a bartender. I sit at the bar, and tell her I’ve never been to a kava house before. She suggests a mix of 2 of her kava roots. Ok, I mean I have no idea so I’ll do what she tells me to do. She puts in front of me this small bowl of brown water and says wait a second. There are about 5 people in the bar at 10 in the morning. She says, I’m going to say “shells up” and “bula” (which is a Fijian “cheers”, that translates to long life and good health) and then you shoot it. Again ok! At this point I feel like a very old person, completely out of whatever element I’m normally in. But “Bula!” I chug down the kava, it’s pretty much terrible! It tastes like root, dirt water. I talk to the bartender for a bit, she tells me there are other ways to try it but none of them necessarily taste good, maybe it’s an acquired taste? Hmm. I can’t say that I had a calm, relaxation come over me. Maybe I didn’t have enough (honestly I don’t know how many I could choke down), but then again maybe I was anxious because I didn’t know what to expect.
I’ll certainly give it another try, and Tuesday’s are $2 “shells”! And Grassroots has Kombucha, a full coffee bar and teas!
Have you ever tried it? What did you think?