Double D Lounge Inc

Karaoke is always a blast! Other than that, its just your typical, no frills bar.

Meh. This place should be a private club for the same 200 people who I know go here religiously. It seems like the kareoke never stops and most of the drunks are pretty good singers. The bartenders are always super cute chicas who are also friendly. It's what it is.

Night of the Living Sorostitutes!

Just for the record, I love karaoke.  There's nothing more fun than getting up on stage and doing my best Rick Astley impression.  I even like bad karaoke!  The thought of drunken, tone deaf people destroying the popular songs of our time brings great joy to my heart.  However, Double D Lounge Inc does what it can to suck the life out of karaoke.

More than anything, Double D's clientele ruin the whole experience.  Do you like hanging around aging frat boys and sorority girls?  Welcome to Double D!  These fools flock to this bar and crowd the hell out of it.  They are rude, obnoxious, and strong in numbers!  If I can move around without being bumped by somebody or given the stank eye by drunk girls covered in spray tan and skank, then I have an okay time.  However, weekend nights don't tend to go well.

As for the karaoke guy, he caters to these people.  Therefore, if you have an independent thought on music, don't bother submitting a song to perform.  I have a bad tendency to dig deep into the catalog, choosing songs to perform that may not have appeared in the Top 40, and it usually gets thrown aside.  Regulars certainly get favoritism, and on a crazy night, the wait can be painful.

Guilty by association, the barstaff is forced to be jerks because they are constantly dealing with their terrible patrons.  If I had to deal with rude people, I probably wouldn't crack a smile either.  If anything, the staff becomes faceless and robotic because they are constantly running.  Only the aggressive customers get any real attention from the workers.

My wife and I tried to meet some friends there Saturday night, and we arrived around eleven, only to find a velvet rope coralling about twenty-five or thirty people waiting to get inside.  Really?  Are you that desperate to ruin "Billy Jean" in front of two hundred strangers?  I looked at the line as a blessing, and we went down to the Schlafly Bottleworks for good beer and music.

Find somewhere else to spend your money.  Surely, there's gotta be somewhere better for karaoke!