Yakitori Boy

Oh my dear Lord. Where have you been Yakitori Boy? You have lived, sang, and held so many hot asians only a block from my apt. without me ever seeing you. Unfair. But alas I made it out to, as far as I know, the only bar in Chinatown.

In short it was amazing. It was like an old city bar without the douches. A dive bar, without the dirty grime. And a karaoke bar without the terrible singing. Wrapped in dough and fried in an egg roll. Terrific! Beer specials, spacious, sushi bar downstairs, private karaoke rooms, and hot asians. There were hot asians there...fyi.

So my friends and I were hanging out at the bar, drinking our karaoke courage juice, and taking in the sights and sounds. Without warning the manager on duty leaps on top of the bar and begins singing some song in Spanish as the crowd cheers and throws napkins like confetti. It was the best concert I have ever seen! Working the crowd. Shaking the hips. He was quite a showman.

Needless to say, Yakitori Boy blew me away and I recommend it to anyone who isn't afraid to have a good time.

Yakitori Boy, check.