Lava Lounge

Secret place to get your karaōke on Saturdays at 9! They’ve got a decent sound system and tons of music to choose. There’s also some great voices to listen to! I was amazed since it’s a little place in a bowling alley. Depending on who’s pouring you can get some decent drinks for cheap as well. Nothing fancy but more old school. Old school equal reals so there’s that! Nothing to fear here!

A tall, thin man, wearing work boots and a denim shirt with «Mike» embroidered across the pocket, set his lunch pail and thermos on the floor of his truck, grabbed his bowling ball bag and headed into the lanes. We sat in our parking spot long enough for Norman Goldman to serve up a little justice on the head of some, star-​spangeled, economic hit-​man, grabbed our balls and followed the thin man.
After two hours of bowling and drinking under the black-​lights, we dropped into the Lava Lounge for thirteen or fifteen more drinks. The floor was strewn with bowling bags, and ex-​bowlers turned bad playing video poker. Asian girls, punk rockers and wanna-​be rappers were lining up for karaōke.
We decided to have sixteen or twenty drinks instead and signed up for top billing with the karaōke DJ. Sherry’s went first with Diana Krall’s «Peel Me a Grape». She broke a leg man — not a dry eye in the house: even the punk rockers were beside themselves. I mopped up with Frank Zappa’s «Dirty Love». The girl’s were screaming like back in the 60s — they mobbed me and someone took my shoe.
Our cash was gone so we left while some kid was bringing down the house with a rousing rendition of Snoop Dogg’s «I Don’t Need No Bitch».