New Hanahou Lounge

I’m in love.
If you’re down for alley-​like entry, makeshift booths, shameless karaōke, and an opportunity to let your grungy, drunken hair down in a tiny, dimly-​lit hole… this is THE PLACE.
Landed here on a whim and stayed the rest of the night.
Decently-​priced drinks and a diverse crowd of people who just wanna drink and just not care… and sing (surprisingly well).
Love.Love.Love

Let me sum it up in two quick words: Hideous & Scary.
On a whim after too many drinks at another downtown bar, a friend suggested, «Let’s visit this place that’s, like, a total drug front!» *Wink, wink, ha ha!*
Not one to pass up a good time and some karaōke, we sidled into a booth, looked around, and it was hard not succumb to the gloominess of partying next to what looked like a bunch of parolees on a night out.
The hostess slapped me on the hand – literally – for pulling out my ID when asked if I was 21. Still don’t know why, (What, she doesn’t want to be called as witness when the place is inevitably stormed by cops?) but it was almost charming in a par-​for-​the-​course kind of way.
I immediately decided it was time to go after getting up and coming face-​to-​face with a couple of guys who’d, moments earlier been singing karaōke, exchanging a drug deal in plain view.
After squaring away the tab, my friends and I headed out the door – and right into a couple of dregs who’d stepped outside to smoke… A joint, that is.
«Wow,» commented my friend who’d initially suggested the idea, «I didn’t *really* think it was a drug den…»

I think this place has closed. Bummer.