There used to be the greatest little bar in the city's Bail Bonds district, one that had karaoke nights. Geniusly, the proprietors would charge $10 per song to amateur talent who dared to sing selections from the deplorable ode to the '50s jailbait, Grease. While we can't recall the bar's name, its philosophy is what we remember most -- namely, that people in life should be charged a pretty penny to utter such nonsense as, "We go together like rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong." more ›

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