Thursday July 23rd, I went to the Cha Cha Lounge, in Seattle. I’ve never been and thought it might be a nice change. I’m actually very skeptical about trying new places unless I’ve heard amazing reviews from a close friend. Call me narrow minded, but nothing beats Kate’s Pub (Free pool and darts, half off menu items between 4:30-7:00 and Thursdays are $3 pitcher of PBR).
The Cha Cha Lounge was rather difficult to find. I drove by it once and walked past it another time looking for it. I’m pretty good with directions and I knew what the address was but this place was really hidden. Turns out, it is in the basement of another bar/restaurant that share the same entrance. Who knew?
I arrived to the entrance and had no idea who to show my ID to. There were so many people sitting at that entrance, all holding beers, that I just started flashing my ID wildly until someone gave me the okay nod that cleared me to go in. This late 20’s guy with a long black beard, down to his belly button was the gate keeper to the lounge and officially granted me access after reading my date of birth.
I walked down the 20 steps to the basement which quickly brought back memories of my years wrestling with Nacho Libre. The room was painted with red incandescent bulbs (com’on, no LEDS or energy saver bulbs?), presenting a nice, dark atmosphere. The room was divided up into 2 rooms. The bar was on one side and the seating was in the other section. There was also an outside smokers section that had tables. Though, the size of that place was small. Litterally 3 1/2 feet in width and about 12-15 feet in length. A smokers heaven, I would assume (keeping warm outside).
The walls were plastered with drawings of mexican cartoon-style wrestlers in tight spandex with colorful masks. One of the walls was a bottled wall. It had the buttom of 100’s of bottles with concreate interlacing them together. The ceiling completely covered with sombreros.
As I arrived to the bottom of the stairs, I searched for my party. It took me about 30-45 seconds before spotting them because there were a ton of girls that hard short dark hair, straightened, similar to Bethany’s. I was fooled a few times thinking that one of the girls was her, and wondering who that guy was she was with.
I went to the section where drinks were servered. I noticed there were two lines, which looked to be segratated between girls and guys, about 15 people in each. I stepped into the ‘guy’ line and started looking at the menu behind the bartender. No more then 20 seconds later did a 6 foot 9 tall guy came up to me and said:
Are you buying a drink?
I responded,
Yeah.
The giant man asked me,
Are you going to pay with cash?
I thought this conversation was going to head into the direction of “I’ll pay you cash if you order and buy my drink because I don’t want to wait in line” or something similar.
Yup, cash.
The giant man with a real bad hair cut steps back and pulls out a small notebook.
Okay, what do you want?
What the? You work here? There are two lines of people in front of me, and you just randomly picked me for super speedy service? Did you know I was going to write about this? Was it my boyish good looks? I’ll go with the latter.
I get my drink and find my party sitting in a half-circled cozy booth. The place was definitely over crowded. Parties were stealing chairs from tables. Other mega-parties were stealing tables, while not everyone could sit down, but used it as just a place to set drinks.
The Cha Cha Lounge had large, spacious restrooms. The stalls were covered in SubPopand unknown band stickers. The wall opposite side of the sink was covered in tweleve 8 1/2″ by 11″ photos that were taken from a mall-style photo booth. I located the photo booth outside of the men’s restroom, as I exited. Is that where they take those humongus photos? I wonder if the women’s restroom has the same decor. I didn’t check.
We ended leaving about an hour after I got there, unknowing to me if food was served. Below is a quick summery
Atmosphere: Original scenery, cool art, awesome lighting
Crowd: Looked like a group of people I would hang out with. Hardly any douche-bags, or Ed Hardy wearing muscle-heads.
Music: Loud! Way to loud! I don’t know if they were trying to get people to leave, but most of the time I had to yell to talk to my partner sitting butt-check to butt-check to me.
Prices: $4.25 for a Whiskey Sour. (Average for the First Hill/Capital Hill District)
Overall, I’d go again.
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