Red Lion Lounge

As has been mentioned, the karaōke on Saturday nights is the best in CR, hands down. But the staff is also quite nice. Contrary to what Unilocal says, however, they do NOT accept credit cards. Better hit the ATM before Singin’ & Swingin’.

What in the world is going on in this place? This place is very dark! They had valentines day décor up all ready and there where drunk old ladies hitting on every guy that walked in the door regardless if they were there with someone or not. Karaōke at it’s finest. Not sure I would ever come back but if my friends want to I will. place just scares me.

Bitchy bartenders? Check. Ass hat patrons? Check. Fraudulent business practices? Possibly. Hold on to your butts, folks, the Red Lion Lounge has it all. I joined Unilocal just to skewer this place. For starters, my sister (who is in her thirties and does not appear younger than her stated age) saunters up to the bar to order a Diet Coke. The bartender, realizing that Diet Coke must be chock-​full of booze, asks for an ID. My sister, who rarely drinks alcohol and therefore rarely carries an ID, says she does not have an ID and does not need one to order a soda. Bartender, who we now have realized resembles the crabby bus driver on South Park, orders my sister (and one of our group’s designated drivers) out of the establishment, citing an Iowa statute that one must be 21 or older to be in a bar. Of course, Iowa law actually says bar patrons must be 19 and over, but, as we learned from 8 years of the Bush administration, when something doesn’t fit your argument, just ignore it and make up something that does. Fast forward to 1:30 AM. Lights come on, and bartender calls last call so they can close up shop by 2 AM. Our group of 8 orders two pitchers of beer, not an unreasonable amount to finish by 2 AM. At 1:35 AM, bartender comes by and tells us we need to leave. We decline the invitation. At 1:36 AM, bartender comes by and aggressively grabs the drinks out of our hands, spilling a full beer on our one remaining designated driver as the bartender reached across the table. Furthermore, she threatens to call the cops unless we are gone in 60 seconds. What happened six minutes ago, when they gladly took our money for the beer? Had the world just turned crazy? Had she just forgotten the $ 5 tip we gave on the two pitchers of beer? Apparently so. I thusly encourage you, discerning Unilocal reader, to avoid this establishment like the plague, for the hard earned money you spend on a refreshment will only result in said refreshment being ripped by a ruthless, power-​hungry bartender moments later.