I finally tried Kava - it was worth the wait.

Much ado has been made about KavaClub. Before this hotspot opened on Main Street, Richmonders were treated to a year's worth of headlines detailing the bureaucratic hold-up, courtesy of the Virginia Department of Health. I had been dying to try Kava for years. An old boyfriend of mine came home with a bag of it in powder form when he returned from a family trip to Fiji. He bragged about drinking it in a communal coconut shell, passed around in a ceremony. I begged him to prepare it for me, but he never did. I chalked it up to performance anxiety. What...