You won’t find Sidecar’s Hideout in any tourist guide. You won’t find it on any cruise ship itineraries. You won’t find it on any blogger’s top ten things to do on St. Kitts list, either. In fact, chances are you won’t find Sidecar’s Hideout at all. And that’s part of the reason I love it. The requisite Soca music blares from a pile of speakers rattling the entire makeshift structure—just mismatched wood haphazardly nailed together and topped with an aging collection of tarps. The “bar” is made of wood planks covered over with slightly worn felt. The drinks come out of old coolers. Dogs roam idly about, as do some regulars talking loudly over the music and knocking back Carib beers. What more could you want from a roadside rum shack? Food and drinks, you say? Well, I can tell you Mr. Sidecar himself (ask him how he got that nickname for a fun story) served me some killer goat water (a thin brown soup with a random sampling of goat parts) and a plastic cup of hammond (an illicit rum made in small pot stills back in the bushes of St. Kitts). This combo is sure to put some bite in your bark.