Em R.
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Saturday night 11/01, my friend and I decided to go to chopsticks right after they opened, and treat ourselves to some karaoke. I will preface the rest of my review by saying the bartending staff, doorman, and the other patrons were awesome. Very groovy folk, you can feel that they hold the vibes in this place together. When the first singer went up, the mixing of the sound was not doing well, the speakers cracking and popping like mad but I figured, hey, they have an extensive song list, and they had some new songs I wasn’t expecting to be on karaoke yet which was a lot of fun—
I am reviewing 3 stars for the bizarre inconsistency of the KJ who was there last night. They got snippy with my friend for forgetting to put her name on her first karaoke slip (fair enough, we apologized and kept going), and then an hour later when our friend came to sing with us, he snapped at him too for how he wrote his name on the card. On my last venture up to the stage I tried to ask a question about the mic and I was a bit confused, but the KJ got very aggressive with me very fast, snapping that “the mic is FINE. It WORKS. Yeah. This is your LAST song.”
… alrighty… i have been here three hours, and I had literally two Jell-O shots (bartender admitted they were pretty weak which is why I picked them, I’m not a big drinker) and a redbull and that was it.
So that’s all three different people of my group he snapped at, two of which before they had even sung. I don’t understand how they did anything deserving of that much irritation. This was the beginning of the night, we were some of the less than a dozen people there.
I want to say he was probably just having a bad night. The world sucks right now and we all are looking for a space to be able to Be, and not feel threatened. I don’t know why he felt the need to vibe check people multiple times last night, but it left such an uncomfortable confusion in my head that I don’t want to come sing there again.
I just want to ask 11/01’s KJ to please be have patience with your customers. We didn’t want to ruin your night! We just wanted to sing.
Your rules are written on sticky notes/signs that are not congregated in one clear space! You can only see them when you’re right next to the sound booth, and the sound is LOUD. I could barely hear myself sing. It’s a dark, loud bar. So it very much was like, damn, I’m sorry we had a bit of cluelessness. I have done customer service my whole life and I know how exhausting it is. But well meaning customers who aren’t being demanding? Why yell at them? he seemed determined to rain on our parade. I don’t get it. And he sang beautifully too the couple of songs he put in before it got busy, so I REALLY don’t get it. I thought the night was fun but these interactions got to me.
At the karaoke bars I have been to before, I always tipped the KJ one big old tip before I left for the night. Was he mad we hadn’t tipped yet? I don’t know. But I don’t think a good karaoke night should make you genuinely wonder if you just spit in the kj’s cereal without realizing.