Kit Kat Klub

Oh gawd....what can I say that has not already been said about the KKK...
1. Nope, no cards taken, bring cash.
2. Call three hours ahead if you want ribs.
3. Yes Yes Yes, the Karaoke is as nutz as everyone talks about.....NUTZ!!
4. CALL IN TO WORK FOR THE NEXT DAY!!!
This place goes from people having dinner, to standing room only in a little under 2 hours....at least that's what I experienced there on Friday night....  We went up for "One" after grabbing a burger at Goldies earlier....yeah...that didn't happen....
It has become quite the place to be for birthdays and bachelorette parties...and complete and utter non-sense fun!!   You have to check them out....it would be uncool of you not to!

This place is a total dive.

I have only been a few times, and every time it turned out to be one of those legendary nights!

DO NOT step foot in this place if you have issues with strangers being in your "bubble"! Saying the place gets crammed is an understatement!!  I have literally had friends take one look inside the door and refuse to go in because it gets so packed! ( Well beyond fire marshall code I'm sure) :-)

If you have a birthday....ask for a dance from the DJ.  You...and everyone else will never forget it, and die laughing when you think about it the next morning!

CASH ONLY!  Old School rules here kids, no plastic!

I have never ate here, but I have heard from many people that their ribs are great!

So bring a group of friends and your "singing" voice, leave the credit cards and personal bubble space at home! Get ready to party at one of the
BEST HIDDEN DIVES in the history of dives!

Maybe it's the way that someone took a 1950's-era ranch style house, partially gutted it and turned it into a bar sitting in the middle of a neighborhood.

Maybe it's the fact that this is apparently where middle aged housewives come for the night to completely forget that they're middle aged housewives, get hammered out of their minds, and dance on tables and chairs like they were celebrating their 21st birthday.

Maybe it's the whispered murmurs of the urban legend that it's named with the initials "KKK" because it was once, well, a headquarters for uptight racists who liked to wear bedsheets and pointy hats.

Maybe it's the fact that the bathrooms are smaller than your average phone booth.

Maybe it's the morbidly obese karaoke dj who strips down to a thong whenever there's a birthday in the bar.

Maybe it's that not a single night here has passed that I haven't gotten roped into at least one bizarre conversation with random strangers that has me shaking my head for days afterwards.

Maybe it's the old couple that's been there every time I've gone, in their matching red, white and blue patriotic as all hell outfits, and how the husband still always sings one song to his wife of 65 years before they leave for the night that always brings the house down.

Maybe it's the fact that I feel like I'm letting you in on my dirty little secret by telling you that I've been here.  More than once.

Maybe it's none of those things that make me love this place, maybe it's all of those things that make me love this place...but I do know that the only thing that I *don't* love about this place is that it's cash only.  Leave the cards at home, folks - they won't do you any good here.  Hit the ATM before you go, or else I *guess* you can use the one they have in the bar...which I'm pretty sure is from 1987 and they salvaged from a dumpster somewhere...and pay the accompanying fees to do so.  In my mind, this is the ONLY negative to this place, and the only thing that keeps it from being 5-star.

There are some other things that others might view as negatives, so I'll share them...and if any of these things keep you from coming...good.  You probably wouldn't have had a good time anyway.

It's tiny.  If you're claustrophobic, by no means should you go here.  Ever.  

If you freak out when random people touch you, you should never go here.  I don't mean "random groping" because that's really just not cool anywhere...but people will run into you.  It happens.  And then there are those aforementioned loaded-up middle aged housewives that are on the prowl...and, well, things happen.

If people bumping into you sends you into blind fits of rage, you should stay home and watch Roadhouse again instead of going here.

If you love your car more than anything else in the world, and the thought of a dirt parking lot with people parking rather randomly and haphazardly sends you into the corner rocking back and forth fetal-style...you should not come here.

If standing at a bar for more than three minutes before you can place your drink order makes you bug-eyed...then you should not come here.  It gets crowded.  The ladies behind the bar are only human.  Deal with it.

If you are not the kind of person that can stand up around a cocktail table and not absolutely freak out because there are no seats available...then either get there before 8pm or don't show up until after 1am, because that's just the way it is.  Again: it gets crowded.  Again: It's tiny.

If none of that freaks you out...go.  Odds are better than even that you'll have a helluva good time.  In fact, if you don't have a good time, you should probably consult your physician to ensure you're still clinically alive.