K-town Extravaganza

Well EWI, I think we did Ktown proud on Friday!


We began our adventure at Baden Baden for Korean Fried Chicken and Hite beer. I was concerned that people might have trouble finding the place, considering the entrance looks more like the entrance to an abandoned business. Up the stairs and through a door simply marked BBNY, Jo and I arrived to find Aaron, Adam and Eboni waiting at the bar. Everyone else found their way and were followed by Kaiser and Nelson with Heather, Jennifer and Aaron's guest completing the party.

The chicken was met with mixed reviews. I personally love the rotisserie chicken with the crispy, lightly fried skin positively drenched in Korean hot sauce! One thing is for sure, regardless of how the chicken was ranked in comparison to Mad For Chicken or Bon Chon (much heavier variations), no one left hungry!

We did leave in a hurry though, beginning the frenzied mad dash of an evening! Adam casually mentioned that we were scheduled to start our Karaoke in less than 10 minutes. This proclamation was met with flying cash and a scurry of stilettos (mine anyways!). We had a private room at Toto Music Studio booked from 9-11, so time was of the essence.

Toto is on the 5th Floor of a non-descript office building in the middle of Koreatown. Exiting the elevators, we were met with a divinely tacky mix of disco lights and neon signs. After checking in with the men at the front, we were directed to room number 4, I could not help thinking a happy ending masseuse might be waiting for us behind said door!

There was no masseuse, but there were more flashing lights and several books of music to choose from. For some reason, Brittany Spears videos ala 2000, were the background for each and every song selection. Gotta love K-town!

We quickly pulled-out our various bottles of wine and liquor, I personally hold Eboni's Sweet Tea whiskey for my pounding head Saturday morning. We began pouring drinks and performing. It was fantastically bad, and a great deal of fun. Emily G. and Andrew joined the festivities, and to their credit, got into the action dead sober (though their sobriety was short lived)!

At five to eleven, the nice gents up front asked if we wanted to book another hour. Why not? In typical EWI fashion, we drew new friends over from room #12, acquiring more alcohol in the process. The party continued, and with it we butchered such greats as Micheal Jackson, Radiohead, Lilly Allen, Patsy Cline and a grand finale rendition of Journey's "Don't Stop Beleivin'". However bad you imagine this to be, it was probably worse!

We stumbled out into the night and, because we were in the wastelands of Herald Square, found ourselves at Legends for the after party. Somehow the karaoke followed us: music blared around us and flashed across the screens behind the bar. The few and the proud made it though a couple drinks before we all tapped-out and headed home.

Perhaps not the most epicurean of our adventures, but an adventure none the less!