This long, wooden bar is helmed by a few middle-aged women who, on Sundays, mix huge batches of kamikazes and sell them for $2 a pop—but the real draw here is karaoke. If you get there and the door’s locked, don’t get discouraged. Just ring the bell over and over again (sometimes the bartenders can’t hear it over yet another version of “Don’t Stop Believin’”).
|Venue name:||Alice's Lounge||Contact:|
3556 W Belmont Ave
|Cross street:||at Central Park Ave|
|Opening hours:||Mon–Fri 7pm–4am; Sat 7pm–5am|
|Transport:||El stop: Blue to Belmont. Bus: 56, 77, 82.|
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Let's goooooo! Alice's is absolutely the best karaoke bar in the city. I'll put money on it and so will anyone else who's been in there. Be sure to have a few drinks in you before you get there to soften the hard notes of the drunk person singing Cindy Lauper on the microphone, then grab yourself a Żywiec (pronounced "Ziv - itch" and start to genuinely enjoy it. You can croon to your favorite songs, but only if you pick the right one. The Polish man who has been running the karaoke show picks from the sea of submissions as he damn well pleases. And that's just fine with me.
Karaoke at Alice's will make you feel like a real professional musician when you're actually just some drunk jerk looking to scream into a microphone. There's nothing wrong with singing karaoke, and it's a better experience when everyone who sings is really, truly untalented.
Show up to the Avondale spot six to eight drinks in and see what happens. Maybe you'll make a friend and sing a Salt 'N' Peppa duet. Maybe you'll dance like you've never danced before. Maybe you'll wake up the next day wondering where all of your money and pride went.
Whatever the case, you know that you're a winner.