I’m not going to yammer on about the food at Dae Bak Bon Ga (aka Korean BBQ joint)…no sir.
We didn’t come for it; by the smells that were wafting out of the restaurant, though, maybe we should have.
So on to my story.
We were celebrating a friend’s birthday. And, it never seems to get tired…it was time for another karaoke night.
Da Bak Bon Ga was a place I had never known to be in existence (aside from being neighbours with Fog n’ Sudds on Robson).
Nestled deep amongst a labyrinth of blazing bbq tables and a vacuous smoke-filled room is a hallway…a hallway that leads you twisting and turning amidst private rooms. Dens of song.
Unlike Fantacity, these rooms are smaller, much hotter, and not as well laid out in my opinion. But what do I know? I can count how many times I’ve been ‘karaoke’ing’ on one hand.
Trying to get the staff to help you, well, that’s another story.
1) it took a very long time to be acknowledged once we were in our room (room 5 if anyone is interested) – read: drink orders didn’t come
2) when we finally tracked down an employee to ask about the echo on the mic, tambourine selection, and how to find the English song list, he wasn’t very friendly (and I don’t think it was a language thing)
3) I had to find the owner of the place to ask about the disco light and volume control
4) no one told us anything about time limits or pricing
I’m not trying to be picky, I’m just saying that if you’re going to through a bunch of karaoke amateurs in a small, overheated room drowned with reverb and mind-numbing graphics of anime characters doing the running man, it would be nice to lay down some ground rules and maybe check on them from time-to-time.
Asking for a tambourine shouldn’t be a big deal,
darren
