Once in a great while, a paragon of culture appears that defines an era, and becomes a beloved icon to people young and old. And when you get tired of that boring place, come down to Psycho Suzi’s, where the painstakingly tacky meets the exquisitely debased, and the good taste is reserved for what goes in your gullet.

Since 2003, we’ve been bringing good times and better drinks to Nordeast Minneapolis, and our new location promises to bring even more weirdos out of the expertly-carved tiki woodwork.

The New Joint

We just moved to a fanastic new location, at 1900 Marshall Avenue NE, that we’re confident will shrink your head and expand your consciousness. Or just get you hammered, we’re pretty open. Sip a rum-spiked concoction on our beautiful new riverfront patio, with seating for hundreds and a fantastic view of industrial barges. Or if you’ve lived a good life and you’re ready to sully it, ascend to Shangri-La, our upstairs cocktail lounge featuring three all-new theme bars to give you a variety of ways to forget about the dreary world outside. You can even rent out the bar of your choice and show your friends you’re not as cheap as they think you are.

Heaven in a Tiki Mug

To celebrate, we have enough new drinks to stagger an elephant, and new menu items to satisfy your late-night cravings. Check out our amazing updated menus if you don't believe us. We’ve been leading people away from the straight and narrow for years, and we invite you enjoy some tasty debauchery along with us.

So who is Suzi, anyway?

Some say she was Julia Child’s evil stepsister. Others suggest she was heiress to a rum empire, a survivor of the Titanic and/or possibly a carefully disguised chipmunk. (That last guy was drunk, but still.) Whatever her origins, most accounts say she was a woman torn between two loves: the hedonistic tiki bars of the mid-20th century, and the wild freedom of tattoo, biker and hot rod culture. Her first attempts to combine the two, including a mobile tiki bar atop a roving convoy of Harleys and Mustangs, ended in disaster. Her tiki head motorcycle helmets caused hundreds of accidents, and her idea for a rum-powered hot rod never made it past the experimental (i.e. exploding) stage. Then she hit on the idea of an updated tiki bar for the new millennium, and the rest is history. Or, well, the present. Whatever. Anyway, we invite you to come in, knock a few back and help write Suzi’s next chapter. Just remember that the giant tiki heads are not to be worn as helmets.