What?! Â Nobody's talked about the Palms? Â Okay, clearly Hilo is still catching on to Yelp... much like Craigslist (just try finding a place to live on the Big Island page -- I hope you like living in a mini-commune with burnt out trustafarians running away from home!).
Hawaii-style karaoke must be experienced by anyone who truly loves the form. Â It will push your boundaries and force you to expand your skill, stamina and patience. Â
Do you do karaoke for the stage? Â No stage, mon petit chou. Â You gotta sit in your booth (with high walls, so no one can see you) and sing your heart out while your friends all stare at you across the table. Â
Do you hate country music? Â Well guess what -- by the end of the night, you're going to know the words to "Neon Moon" and you're going to fucking like it! Â (I also learned there's a song called "Cherish" that is not by Madonna. Â The more you know...)
Do you love ahi sashimi? Â Then perhaps you have come to the right place -- get there before eleven and you get all the pupus your hungry, hungry heart could dream of -- ahi, various meats (never ate them, but I think there's chicken, pork and meatballs), and of course everyone's favorite: Â celery and mayonnaise!
I have sung Bonnie Tyler, Ginuwine and Kylie Minogue all in one evening. Â I have kidnapped friends from their fiance's birthday parties and brought them to this place for Buttery Nipples and dancing in the aisles. Â I have found other friends passed out in the bushes by the Bank of Hawaii building next door and screamed at them because they made me miss my song while I was looking for them. Â But I have never, ever, had Bud Light with ice. Â
YOU COULDN'T BREAK ME, HILO!