This venue is closed.
The boxy, black-painted space on the second floor of a Chinatown apartment building that for a brief spell hosted underground D.J. parties has returned to its former incarnation as a non-descript karaoke parlor. The thrill of climbing a set of rickety steps and opening the Hello Kitty-decorated door onto a scene every bit as dingily homegrown as the one at Winnie’s (but not overrun by media-assistant birthday parties) dissipates as soon as you ask for a bourbon and get it in a thimble. The Chinese youth who play dice at the tables look perpetually jaded even when crooning sappy Canto-pop with the accompanying videos. But there’s redemption to be found in booths big enough to fit ten and a shot-pounding hostess who’ll happily help you with the few English tunes: mostly oldies and pop ballads with occasional rousers by Prince and Elton John.Extra
Although the location is isolated, rest assured there is another karaoke parlor—this one with private rooms— in the basement.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.