Yelp: iBop Karaoke

Ashley H:

This place screams rape den, and yet it’s so very awesome.

With six packs in hand, 3 lovely young women walked up to an APARTMENT building and rang the middle buzzer. 3 flights up we knocked on the locked door and were let into what seemed to be an apartment in which every used-to-be bedroom was converted into a dark and grody private karaoke room. I’m not sure what the other rooms were like but ours had sunken in leather couches, bright and merry disco lights and a wall sized karaoke screen.

I accompanied my sister to New York City today, as moral support for her JET interview. We were talking about Japan, and trying to find a place in NYC that had Japanese-style karaoke (read: private rooms). In our search we stumbled across this place, but we didn’t have the time to stop in (I later found out they have a 9 person minimum on Fridays anyways). It’s called iBop, it’s near the Korean area by Penn Station, and it sounds absolutely ridiculous. I’m linking it here so I remember to try and hit it up the next time I’m in NYC with a decent-size group.