Uhura J.
Yelp
If you are not from or intimately familiar with Ballard, it's not you: this place feels like it pops right up in the middle of a residential neighborhood. "Where the F@#$ is this place?!" was uttered more than once.
Secondly, I'm not convinced that this is so much a Mexican Restaurant as a bar with a vaguely mexican name and basic thematic elements. No lie, if not for the Cinco De Mayo beer poster on the wall and the sortof mexican-y color scheme it could be any other bar you've ever been to.
We showed up around 8:30pm on a Friday night for a friend's "Return to Drinking" celebration and I immediately noticed the distinct lack of restaurant smells and accoutrements. No menus or fliers announcing specials, no condiments on the tables, no smells of salsa or spices. No heat or sounds wafting from a back kitchen. I spied a lone plastic basket with paper behind the Karaoke guy (Kurt?) - the only hint that there might just be food around. This was not good because unfortunately I was pretty hungry.
The layout is ridiculous. As I quipped to Riss and Ian M., "This place is what would happen if I decided to convert my basement into a bar inside of a week. Call up 10 Yelpers to bring a couple of booze each, set up a few awkwardly positioned pool tables, crank the music and we're in business!" Upon entry are two pool tables, then this weird cubby area on the right with a few tables, a small step to the bar area where there are more tables to the back right. An unobtrusive second exit is also in that direction. Since it was pretty busy when we arrived, seating (or even leaning someplace) was a real challenge. The karaoke was a hair too loud. If the Sharks and Jets met up here, you'd best leap behind the bar and hit the floor because that might be your only shot at safety. =P
I found myself idly wondering if the kitchen had an emergency exit.
Realizing I was far too grumpy for being in a bar, I ordered my first Newcastle. Jason (?), the bartender, was nice, laid back, fun and knowledgeable. Finally the crowd started to thin out a bit and that's when the magic happened. After a while I looked around and realized that we weren't at a bar doing karaoke, we were at a House Party that just happened to be in a bar. And that, my friends, is the beauty of this place. While it is strangely organized, cramped for any largish crowd, and would make a great Pick A Theme Every Week type place - I met some really great people and could very easily see myself hanging out here again and again. And it's my new favorite karaoke place, because I'm a sucker for a smoke machine and performance art. Our group renditions of "Sweet Caroline", "Baby Got Back", and "Because I Got High" were the stuff of memories. And hilarity, of course.
So for the first time in years I actually sang karaoke; a few backup numbers and a "Regulators" duet with Riss. See? Tarasco's is magical!