I occasionally get emails from people asking where to do karaoke on a Friday or Saturday night. It's tough to find a place in Dallas that has it on the weekends, because most bars want to bring in a DJ, or have a band, or do something that makes them MONEY. Or maybe most karaoke guys are busy doing weddings or something on the weekends.
Anyway, discovered two new places this weekend: Uptown Bar and Grill, which has it Saturdays, and the Round-Up Saloon, which has it on Sundays. Uptown apparently loves you unless you try to sing more than twice, in which case you'll be rebuffed. (Lame rule.) Round-Up is a blast. We went last night, and I sang a rousing version of "Don't Stop Believing." I also maybe had a teensy bit too much beer.
If you know of any other places that do karaoke on the weekends, drop me a line.
A friend and I stopped by Barcadia last Thursday, which apparently opened quietly a few weeks ago. I didn't know until I got a MySpace bulletin about the place's Wednesday draft special -- $3 and you get to keep the glass.
The place is pretty cool. They've got 1940's pin-up art on the walls, a huge patio and of course, lots of old-school arcade games. We saw about a half-dozen lined up against the wall: Super Mario Bros, Gallaga, Ms. Pac-Man, Donkey Kong Junior and more. They also have three skee-ball machines, which make these cool 80's laser sounds. Everything's a quarter, just like the olden days. But there are no tickets and stuffed animals.
They have 24 beers on tap -- including Lone Star -- and are adding a pub menu soon. I predict that patio's going to be hopping this summer.
The 11-day orgy of film is over. No more standing in the Magnolia lobby comparing notes with other moviegoers, no more stealing Archer Farms snacks from the Target Lounge, and no more hurling softball questions at directors during Q&As ("So, did you know the film would turn out so great when you were making it?"). Not that I did any of those things -- I'm far too antisocial -- but most people did. And thank the lord for them. They helped create that geeky film-fan vibe that festivals set out to achieve.
I was lucky enough to have a screening pass, so I spent more time sitting in theaters listening to other people shovel popcorn into their mouths than anyone should. But the noise pollution was worth it, considering I got to see so many killer documentaries. In fact, looking back at what I saw, not one of the features could hold a candle to the real-life stories.
Here's a list of the official AFI award winners (the audience awards, to me, are most important). After the jump is my personal best-of list (surprise, all documentaries).
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