Alexis A.
Yelp
STAY AWAY FROM KARAOKE KEITH
Okay, so... I actually had an amazing time here last night. Our waitress was great: fun, attentive, cool. I met an amazing group of people, and very much danced the night away singing my favorite throwbacks. Love!
HOWEVER (and here we go) there is one super problematic and worrisome issue about TT's that has led me to write this review (which I have never done).
THE KARAOKE MANS KEITH NEEDS TO GO.
Upon arrival, my friend quickly put in his request to sing the classic Phantom Planet's "California" (made popular in the early 2000's as the intro to the show we all know and love The OC) and I was more than happy to be his biggest fan and sing along in the front row with him (in case he got nervous, duh).
Matter of fact, I was everyone's biggest fan that night. (TT's just felt like that type of place where you could befriend anyone, and I did just that). Very quickly I had made lots of new friends, young and old, all around the joint and finally mustered enough courage to put in a karaoke request of Alanis Morissettes' "You Oughta Know" because, well, feminism.
One by one, people came, put in requests, got called up, sang their hearts out and left, as I, a self-proclaimed patient person, put my need to be seen in the backseat and cheered everyone else on. Because, hey, it's just karaoke. And friendship.
At about 35 minutes after I had put in my request, I approached the karaoke booth and jokingly asked Keith if he wasn't picking me on purpose. He told me he didn't make the order and then pointed to my name on the screen showing I would be next. Okay. Next. I could do that.
I was not next. I wasn't even next after the next persons next. For some reason, Keith did not call my name for over an HOUR after I put my request in.
I got my new girl gang together and told them how peeved I was about not being able to sing karaoke. They also couldn't understand why I hadn't been called up yet. After Vinny, (SHOUTOUT VINNY I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR UNTOUCHABLE RENDITION OF "I WANT IT THAT WAY" by Backstreet Boys. Truly remarkable. So raw, so real, so vulnerable. Brought the house down. Chills thinking about it. Vinny I will see you at the Bob's Discount Furniture in Skokie for all my ottoman needs very soon). Wait.. where was I?
OH! After my new friends learned of this wrongdoing they started to chant my name! "ALEXIS! ALEXIS! ALEXIS!" This was nice. I never knew just how held I could feel post name chant by a group of total strangers. Highly recommend. Unlike Keith. I do not highly recommend him.
One of my new friends went up to Keith's perceived throne and inquired about my turn. Suddenly, he informs her that I would not be performing that night because he had been threatened and he felt unsafe. "Maybe another night." he said.
ANOTHER NIGHT? For WHY? For WHERE? For WHO?
I was going to chop it up to just thinking that he needed to take away my joy more than I needed to sing Alanis Morissette. I was going to let it go.
My new friends would not. Hells yeah they would not.
They quickly talked to the manager (Don't know the name, never got to meet them) and before you know Keith sat at his thrown and sang into the mic,
"AleXiSSs is UP!"
Despite how upset I was that I was unreasonably targeted to have my karaoke dreams stolen, I still went up on stage.... because well, feminism.
I sang "You Oughta Know" with more passion and pride with this newly found fire in my veins for Keith than I ever would have channeling my first romantic betrayal by my first college boyfriend who cheated on me with his ex. (But that's another Yelp review)
*Side note: Why don't we have Yelp reviews for people?
Cut to: me singing to Keith's back which was fun. All in good fun.
Because KARAOKE IS FUN. KARAOKE IS THERAPY. KARAOKE IS TRUTH. KARAOKE IS LIFE.
Keith couldn't help but turn off my mic?? He simply couldn't help himself. Whatever. I have an Acting degree. I know how to project *especially with technical difficulties* I still rocked it. *Hire me*
As the song ended and he told me there were no speeches (LOL) I playfully knocked his cowboy hat off of his head while he was turned around. I admit, yes, it was immature. But I did it. Sue me.
I walked off the stage with my beverage and felt an arm ATTEMPT TO KNOCK MY DRINK OUT OF MY HAND. YES, KEITH FOLLOWED ME OFF THE STAGE AT HIS PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT, RAN TOWARD ME, SWUNG HIS MEATY ARM AT ME TO IN AN ATTEMPT TO KNOCK MY DRINK ON TO THE GROUND.
Everyone was horrified and no one (OTHER THAN THE CUSTOMERS) did anything about it.
Keith needs to GO. AND/OR at the VERY LEAST go see someone for his clear anger issues.
I guarantee you I was not the first bright eyed and bushy tailed woman to go into Trader Todd's after a Cubs sweep wanting to live her best life.
Mr. Todd, what are you going to do to make this right? Having an employee assault your customers? This is completely unacceptable. Please let me know how you are going to make this right.