She informed me the cost per song was $2. I wasn't aware of their policy for requesting the songs, I saw the songbook by the bar, and asked the bartender if I could request a song. Take my word and do not waste your time to park to visit this toilet The absolute worst place we have ever visited A cheap, sweet $3 bottle My wife and I got up and left like the place was on fire. We were seated at a table that wobbled because of the uneven concrete floor.The table was dirty and smelled so the server tried to wipe it clean but the cloth she used smelled of old dirty bleach. our guess was it was to hide all the other inperfections.It reminded us of an old basement night club with the smell of smoke, bleach and urine. Overall, I really liked the place and would totally have a party there.īut I think my friends and especially Mike have had enough of my voice to last a while.You got to be fricking kidding.Was here long enough to leave!!! Visited yakatori boy because of all the great reviews and rumors of celeb sightings This place is a toilet.As we entered the building with alot of excitement we were greeted by the over whelming smell of bleach.The unfinished concrete floor had cracks and divots.The table and chairs are old and smelled of smoke, The place is very dark. I think that if you rented a room, it may not hurt to bring a bottle of a little something in addition to getting your Sapporo at the bar. However, I was told that the food prices are very reasonable which offsets the price of the alcohol. The rooms can be rented for $30/hour and vary in size. And let me tell you something, there's something pretty damn cool about being drunk, drinking Japanese red wine out of the bottle and singing Bohemian Rhapsody with a bunch of Japanese people you've never met. I think he's just picking on me - I did fine.Īnyway, the night ended around 3 am with all of us crammed back into the little room, all of us singing at the top of our lungs to none other than Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody head banging and all. I then took on Lisa Loeb's Stay and Mike seems to think the bartender turned off the music after my performance. Later my group ended up at the large bar and Rudy, Roman, Jay and Mike belted out the funniest and most enthusiastic version of Journey's Don't Stop Believing I think anyone ever heard. It was the freshest and most delicious California roll I've ever had. The ginger was formed into the shape of a flower as was the wasabi molded into a similar shape.
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At one point, I was singing in the little room thinking to myself how much it was just like the karaoke scene in the movie Lost in Translation minus Scarlett's pink wig when a waiter brought in the most beautiful and BIGGEST platter of California, salmon, and eel rolls. We planned to stay for fifteen minutes, stayed for five hours. I know everyone gets a little hotter the drunker one gets, but does that work for singing? I can't help but wonder if the sake and Sapporo improved my voice or at least how it was received. I later ventured back for a decent rendition of the duet Summer Lovin' (Grease) with a new friend. It was a small room and hot so we hit the bar for some Sapporo.
Our escort opened the door to what was to be our party and there sat a handful of drunk Asians singing God only knows what. Another room revealed a bachelor-ette party doing more of the same. One room exposed two girl friends dancing rather vivaciously in a small room amongst their friends to what I'm sure was either a Madonna or Spice Girls song. Each door had a small slit window so you could see in just enough. We were whisked away escorted through a very nice looking restaurant and sushi bar to an elevator where we were brought to the second floor, out through a very large posh looking bar to a hallway with many doors on each side. Upon walking in, I was pretty damn impressed. Our friend's co-worker was having a party there and he invited us so we kind of crashed the party. Saturday night some friends, Mike, and me headed in to Philly for cheese steaks, had a few beers at one of my favorite Philly haunts, Tattooed Mom's (the upstairs) and then made our way over to Chinatown to what all we knew was a brand new Japanese Karaoke bar.